And the big question:

Is Kiek going to Expedition Robinson?

In case you missed it; yesterday I wrote for the first time since the big Ex Rob radio silence about all the ins and outs of the casting day. Where it was, what we had to do exactly, how I performed, and now there is of course only one question left: AM I THROUGH OR NOT? I get it. You know what? I'll drag you back to my last paragraph from yesterday.

One by one, Dennis Weening pulls the notes with the names from the urn. My name is going to be in there. For sure. My name. I start wiggling my feet in the grass. Dennis pulls a note, I look, my breath catches. He turns the note over... AND THEN...

...I don't see my name. Yeah sorry, I can't make it any more fun. And again not. And also with the last note... not. Holy fuckers. I'm not through. But really, gulp. You won't see me back in the new season of Expedition Robinson. HOSTERNOKKE! The whole #GetKikiToTheIsland campaign comes to an abrupt end. Dreams are shattered. Tears flow. There has been cursing. Hunger strikes are starting. No okay, joking aside, is it a shame? I would be lying if I said no. But I gave EVERYTHING I had, had an incredibly hilarious and awesome Easter and met really nice people.

So unfortunately, no tropical island for me. No Expedition Robinson chatter from a thatched cottage. But still a special experience and despite everything, I am quite proud that I just did this. I was amazed at what a person can do when they really want something. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. I wish the other twelve top contenders who are still in the race a lot of success in this cool rollercoaster. Because hell yeah, that's what it's going to be.

‘One by one, Dennis Weening pulls the notes with the names from the urn. My name is going to be in there. For sure.’

When the four candidates are announced who will actually participate in the program, I don't even know. But I did read that from May 11, at least videos from the casting weekend will be available online. And then I just hope that they don't air the shot where I end up FULL in the mud, eh. Ooooooh my god, that's going to be funny.

P.S.: Dear Bertie, my farmer bestie, I hope you are still proud of me. I was totally in the hosternokke/gas on that lollipop vibe, it wasn't that, trust me.

P.P.S.: Every disadvantage has its advantage: if I had made it through, I would have had to eat worms during casting day 2 (no joke). Hmm, Johan Cruyff's theories aren't so bad after all.

P.P.P.S.: Thank you, all the lovely people who voted for me. I even got a message from a girl who created four email addresses to be able to vote. Love, lobi, everything.

P.P.P.P.S: Makers, if a wildcard becomes available, call me. JWZ. (And read this argument again if in doubt this essay for a moment). I'll stop pestering the fucking advertising bird, deal?

P.P.P.P.P.S. (okay now it gets bad, last one): if the mountain doesn't come to Mohammed, then Mohammed will come to the mountain. Or something. This fall, I'm diving back FULL THROTTLE into the Expedition Robinson chatter. And, candidates, no one is safe. So be prepared, bitches!