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Travel Blogs from Amsterdam
... and went to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp and died of typhus in March 1945.
We decided that with the next stop Het Scheep Vaari Museum which houses the Niew Amsterdam and old three-masted schooner which was quite far so we decided to get like the locals and take a tram to the next stop. We purchased an all-day ticket for the city trams for 7.50 Euros which was we've all ready paid for based on our current rides. ...
... got up and got ready for an advertised pub crawl we had seen the night before. We had to pay a fee for the pub crawl, and part of that money went toward a t-shirt. The t-shirt was the only good thing about that evening.
The next day Matt and I walked to this beautiful park before we boarded our over-night train. The park was on the other side of the city, but it was well worth the walk. It was peaceful, beautiful, and full of people of all ages. ...
... our shocking experiences in the museum, we headed into the centre and found a waffle shop (yum yum!) where we met with my cousin Jon and his friend, Pete, who offered to show us around the Red Light District. This was a very shocking area, and I was glad we had two tall, muscley guys to look after us shorties as there were some shady characters around. The girls-in-windows clichée is completely true - we walked through lots of side streets and saw all manner of ...
... there may be some visitors present who might not
understand Dutch. Most of this I deduced
from the few words I know and the context.
It occurred to me that not really knowing a language when you visit a
country does allow me to more easily mind my own business.
Nice museum. Didn’t
get to see all of it, but I caught most of it.
The Dutch Masters, Rembrandt, Vermeer. Strolled to ...
... and exhibitions on certain sex symbols, like Marilyn Munroe and a few others. They had everything you could think of, it was pretty amusing. We walked back to the hostel after that and went to go into a coffeeshop nearby, Yellow Mellow, to finish our smoke before bed, but were told that we couldn't stay unless we bought something to smoke. We had been told that as long as we bought a drink you could smoke your own stuff at coffeeshops, so we left, and as we did, the guy ...