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... Airlines. And, because we arrived on time and breezed through immigration and customs, we decided to change our train tickets to leave much earlier (being the cautious travelers we are, we booked and paid for a train at 1:00 p.m. - just in case the airline didn’t do its job correctly). Thanks to the DBahn (that’s the Germany railway), they changed our tickets to a 9:00 train.
We ate lunch in the train station. Remember in ...
7 Aug 2013
“Hello” I said when I walked into a bar in
the centre of Haarlem. Beside the girl bartender there was no one there. I
ordered a beer and looked around. Nothing had changed by the looks of it. The
last time I had been there was around 10 years ago. I took a photograph of the
picture hanging on the back wall above the entrance to the toilet, showing
three man side by side.
... and wanted to come back to buy something later.
We left and walked up the road, there was a tulip museum with everything tulip, from real growers to cute little plates with paintings on them.
Next was the cheese museum. That was my favourite place, they had so much cheese to sample. We had pink cheese, black cheese, blue cheese, goats cheese. Ohh my all the cheese you could think of, we went around the little shop a few times trying the cheese two to three times, then we paid ...
... but we did. The trains have been lovely. Plenty of leg room, who h I need and clean. They go around 140 km most of the to e. Anyway we made it. We sat down to get our bearings before we caught the taxi to the hotel and I said I would just look around to make sure the hotel wasn't lose. I couldn't see it but Sooty did. It was right behind us. Lucky we didn't get in the taxi.
... to start. We walked back across town and started our search, deciding our furthest point would be the street of the Anne Frank house. We saw pizza, hot dogs, and bread, but no Indonesian food. We turned south and eventually arrived at the Anne Frank house. Mom had been in years ago and I would have loved to go, but my claustrophobia was an issue. So was the L O N G line. In my heart ...