Hof Van Putten
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We arrived in Amsterdam on Thursday evening. We made it on the bus to our host's home and went out for a quick falafel sandwich and Heineken! Our host, Sam, is great, and his Pomeranian, Princess, is so sweet. Our room is in the perfect location in the middle of everything. These are some of the things we saw during our stay: •Van Gogh Museum •Heineken Brewery •Anne Frank's house •Walk through Vondel Park-truly breathtaking! ...
... young man who was also in the annex and ultimately a very close friend to Anne, Peter Van Pels, died at Mauthausen after they were betrayed. Afterwards, because it was so late in the day, we rushed over the other side of town to the Van Gough Museum. I didn't end up going in- the admission was €15 and there was only half an hour left until closing time. The group I was with went in anyway as they had some Euros to burn but ...
... the museum.
Lots of push bikes around, even with the light rain. Didn't realise they have their own push bike lane on the road which I was walking down thinking it was the edge of the road and ended up getting belled at by some bike riders for walking in their lane. You have to watch out here for cars and push bikes when you cross the road!
Day tour of Amsterdam ...
... non-lit area. Pictures are not allowed in the museum so unfortunately I don't have any to share but if you're ever in Amsterdam, it's a must see place. Tuesday night we ended up going to a local venue with our Australian friend who was going to see a Scottish Indie band, We Were Promises Jet Packs. The venue was tiny and we started the evening basically on stage and after standing under the speaker for 2 songs, decided to move out of the deafening zone. The band ended up ...
... around town - aside from the usual postcards and tourist junk, they also sell an plethora of drug paraphernalia, dildos, and inappropriate t-shirts. Despite our attempts at avoidance, one street linked our apartment to the rest of Amsterdam, and our kids giggled every time we walked by a store with aprons in the window with male and female "privates" popping out of them.
There were two variables we had to deal with during our week in Amsterdam. The first one was ...