Hampshire Hotel - 108 Meerdervoort
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... at Den Haag HS where Eshka was waiting for us. Even with some Google maps mishaps we reached and checked into our hotel. My brother met up with us there and we went to Scheveningen for dinner. Eshka and Shenmin showed us around and dropped us off at our ...
... a fair few coffee shops, but most of them are of the take out variety rather than the sit-in kind you get in Amsterdam. I was also in too apathetic mood to put in the effort to get into an even more apathetic state. More than anything I need sleep.
I also passed a few chickens on the road. It must've gotten lost on the way to KFC.
PS - There are a couple of older Scottish guys in my dorm. I can literally only understand every fifth word or ...
... We had a lovely morning. I was particularly taken with the amazing dolls houses from the 1600's which were pretty amazing. The vast paintings with details that defy logic were stunning. I think what struck me the most was the age of most of the items. Lots from the 1500's and 1600's. Incredible workmanship with the tools they had at the time. There was a small skating rink set up outside but I have ...
... was doing a roaring trade with packaged 1kg rounds of Gouda. Not sure if we can take cheese into NZ. Most of the windmills were working, one crushed stuff to make dyes/pigments, another crushed peanut shells to make oil and another was a sawmill. I think they were for show. It was interesting watching the mills at work. I've seen the grinding stones but never in action. You certainly wouldn't want to get your fingers caught underneath them! The windmill ...
... a mouth opening experience, girls standing in the windows, with a red light shining on them (or purple / blue, depending on what kind of lady they were) shaking their bits in a hope that some keen traveller will pay them for a bit of fun. We weren't allowed to take photos, or else their pimps would come out and destroy us, but fair enough, it's not a joke, this is how they actually make a living. We didn't end up going to the Anne frank house which was a ...