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After a bloody long, restless flight, we made it! Daniel stinks like tomato soup, Julie and I have kankles and j had an accident in his pants! All in a day in Amsterdam ! So far we have been into the red light district, saw some interesting ppl, smelt funny cigarettes everywhere and figured out how to cross the road without being run over! We tasted some yummy cheeses and wandered around taking in the culture. Funky ...
We arrived in Amsterdam at 6:30 AM after a 7ish hour plane ride. What did we need to do...shop! One more time. We had a few hours to kill so why not..tulips, Starbucks, and wooden shoes.
However it gave us time to talk about what we missed most...
* hot showers with water pressure
* ice cubes
* our own ...
... was it something I may have subtly did?
This was quickly answered though by Arjen, whom I met when he stayed at my place Couchsurfing in Adelaide. He explained that the Dutch are quite reserved. "They don't really like to associate much with those whom they don't know." I realise this was just a sweeping generalisation and wouldn't apply to everyone, but to a certain extent it was true. After all I was told this by someone who is Dutch!! He knew this was different ...
... up in store windows looked a little scary and one would have to be extremely adventurous to use any of them (I'm not that adventurous). Then we crossed a canal and turned down another street where there were girls dressed in only panties and bras (they must have been very cold) dancing in windows trying to entice customers. You couldn't help but look (thank goodness for dark sunglasses and no one knows what you're looking at) and I'm pretty sure they didn't grow ...
... happened there- this family, this little group of people, spent 2 years of their lives in hiding. I had always imagined them in a small, cramped space like a closet or some small, hidden attic. What I didn’t know was that they had about 3 floors- all hidden behind a hinged bookcase/door. I suppose that after all that time it would become very stifling to live in, even if you’re in hiding. It’s such a pity that someone let their secret slip and they got taken ...