Hotel De Beurs Hoofddorp

... to be able to say that. Anyway, we arrived back in Amsterdam about 8:30 and Laszlo and Dorina picked us up. Dorina had prepared a lovely salad (tastebuds back on) for us and we had cheese and lunch meat with it and it was great. I was pretty much exhausted and quickly went to bed. All in all, an uneventful day, but that's okay as well. Tomorrow we are off to Amsterdam if the weather is nice.

... to us, there was a club/dance room with cool music and ads playing, there were really comfortable chairs to lie down on while watching Heineken's ads over the last century, and to top it off there was a ride in which we stood in a room and were lead through a cartoon version of how the beer was made, only we were the beer ingredients. The stage we were standing on moved to the video, we were sprayed with water, we were heated by lamps and tossed about. It was ...

... our dorm was good at the top of the building though up 4 really small staircases. We've wandered around a bit saw Dam Square from one angle it is massive, tried doing a walking tour but the place we were meant to meet the tour didn show up or maybe we didn spot em so dunno, but its been **** weather so spent a lot of time at the hostel Last night we went on a Pub Crawl advertised in the hostel and it was off the hook! met up ...

... op de momenten dat wij rondliepen. Tijdens het rijden af en toe wel wat hemelvocht op ons dakkie gehad. Witte Huis was een beetje moeilijk te vinden om maar niet over Lincoln Memorial te spreken. We hebben de laatstgenoemde vele keren vanuit de auto gezien voordat we de juiste straat inreden. Overal staan er bordjes om alles aan te geven maar als je eenmaal dichterbij bent dan kun je niet meer op de aanwijzingen afgaan (of je moet een mijl verder parkeren wat ...

Our alarm didn't go off, so luckily Rachel called us to see how packing up was going. We got up and got ready to go to our cabs in 15 minutes. We went out and fit me, Alina, Josh, and Nick and all of our luggage in one cab. We got to the airport and checked in. All of us were worried about being overweight in our luggage limit. We saw one of the ladies at the check in desk was being mean about being overweight, so we went ...

... didn't go over very well. After getting lost and having a pretty heated argument fueled by frustration and fatigue, we ended up seeing the Anne Frank house. It was really cool-however it was kind of awkward getting around because all of us had backpacks (it was the first thing we did directly after coming from the airport) and they have this rule that you have to wear backpacks on your front. So all 5 of us went through the museum looking like a ...

... good. The vindaloo @ Madras almost made my eyes water. FANTASTIC. The naan at Akbar was superb. If you'd enjoy something WAY not touristy and much more native, seek out a bartender named Yan Louman. He works at a late-night bar called Café de Biecht they open around 10 until 3 or 4 am (address is Kerkstraat 346). If you can find the bar and the reference to the Chupeteria ...

It's been rainy and gloomy weather for weeks now. It's July 2007, where is the sun ?? It is supose to be summer!! We need to escape to the sun, we need to head south! Unfortunally, many of us Dutch think the same thing. I am browsing through all the last minute deals, surfing all the travel websites. Everybody wants to go to the sun, so there are hardly any good deals ...

... Yes. Can I help it? Nope. Sorry, I'm just addicted to drooling over "allspotties" (a lotta l'il Spanish hotties). I did try to pounce at the museum shop - but they were traveling with their mother hen, who swooped in to guard her young just in time! Come on - they're in their early twenties - it's time to let them leave the nest and make their own way in this world! I decided to have a nice dinner after all (sadly alone, without two ...

... own look, our own language, and we organized communally. It's difficult to fully relate to contemporary youth how young hippies would trust each other purely on sight. I recall sitting at the Port Authority Bus Terminal/NYC in 1971 and befriending a fellow freak. I asked him to watch my guitar while I took a leak. I knew both he and my Fender Telecaster would still be there when I returned. They were. In its day, Guitar Army fit into our cloth school backpacks with ...