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... from the outside and had lunch, getting attacked
(according to Amy) by the very fat Amsterdam pigeons. We then went to the Van
Gogh museum. Whilst his paintings were impressive up close it is sad to know
many of them were created during periods of mental illness before his suicide
in 1890. Ironically my (Amy) favourite painting at the museum was one by Monet.
Eric’s was “The Harvest” by Van Gogh.
After this we went to the ...
Monday, September 1& Tuesday, September 2
The drive to the airport was uneventful, though filled with anticipation. FINALLY, after months and months of planning the day had arrived our "official" celebration of Christopher's birthday had begun. Note…his birthday was in February – and we did in fact celebrate it QUITE well…BUT as with my big numbered birthday – he got to choose a trip. So ...
... opposite and he must have been very bad 'cause he was trying so hard to make up and she had that special look of “gonna take a lot more than that buddy” J
Next day we went on a bus tour to Delft and De Hague. We toured the Delft porcelain factory (and bought a nice piece J) and then to de Hague (the International Court place). That was really special too.
Anyway, I will leave the rest of the Amsterdam story to pictures ...
... bicycle back and walked out of the park towards the bike. An hour later I was back at the hostel, but by now it was after 8pm and I wasn't all that hungry. I walked to the nearby supermarket and bought some more Earl Grey tea, sugar, and two blocks of chocolate - that should tide me over until tomorrow when I ride to Brussels - but it's only an hour away so I think I'll take the long way up along the northern coast and have a look at some of the beaches on the ...
Amsterdam, it seems, exits purely to fuel the hedonistic tendencies of its tourists, at least that was my first impression! Arriving in fading light, I made my way from the grand 'Centraal Station' to my hotel in De Wallen, otherwise known as the 'red light district'. As I wandered, the sweet smell of marijuana pervaded the air, near-naked women beckoned, sometimes quite aggressively, from within their glass boxes, and a swathe of neon light advertised innumerable dens of ...