NH Zoetermeer

... so I asked if she was a hostel and she said not, hotel. I asked what the rate for a night for two would be and she said 120 Euros! WOW! Now that is expensive and it is an older hotel, might have 1 or 2 stars at the most.

It was a challenge getting close to the area of the Central Station, which we never made, and never found a tourist information office at all. The tunnel to the campground in the city was closed and it seemed ...

... me out with some things, sharing lots of good advice and information to turn this van into a house on wheels. Most likely will spend some more tuesdays in Amstelveen. Interesting, handy and fun! Cannot wait till the cold disappears and I get started on the van. A new plan is developing: taking the van to India! Leaving this summer. More about my time in Holland and the preparations in my next new blog: Overland to India...

... to the past, and hopefully to most, inspiration and motivation while looking at the present and towards the future. Also.. read the book before you go! Try to have a vivid recollection of the physical description of the rooms; it's all the more unbelievable to run your fingers across the kitchen counter, or to stare back at yourself from the bathroom mirror. Part 3. Church Bells In my entire week and a half stint in the city, so far what I ...

... been pretty common and some of the scores have been pretty discouraging, i.e. 11-0, 6-0, etc. Its been nice to get back to playing soccer on a competitive level but hard because I'm not used to being one of the weaker players on the team. Soccer is a serious deal here! Before games we have a meeting, and then tea. Then changing and warm up for a half hour, then the match. So for the ...

... interesting fact we learnt was when Napoleon was ruling over much of europe, he gave Holland and Amsterdam to his drunk little brother as a present. And he actually did bring some good to the city! For example, creating street names and numbers. Before this, the onlz was someones house was distinguishable was by the plaque above their door, usually with a symbol or some sort of picture. So if a parcel had to get to a certain location, it would be addressed something like ...

... office which isnt even inside the station, they pointed me to a road with a few hostels on it, i walked around and **** there not cheap in amsterdam, so i my bag was getting heavy i booked ONE night with youth meeting point hostel so i could go out later and look for something cheaper. i got one of the last beds, a room of 12, 11 english boys and me.... lol. but since i was trying ...

... seller knows whose space is whose. As my travel companion takes us on our mandatory search for bottled water (she refused to drink tap water in Paris, too) we pass bandstands set up in the streets, a transvestite costume competition, and I eat the worst hot dog I've ever eaten in my life sold to me by a lovely street vendor. Boats of all sizes and shapes loaded with revelers cruise up and down the canals. Lean ...

... of paintings with their increasingly interesting explanations. It was like traveling through Van Gogh's troubled but talented life. The closure of the museum was announced at the precise moment I set eyes on a Van Gogh painting I had never seen, yet instantly fell in love with. It depicted the blossoming branches of an almond tree against a turquoise sky ...

... seemed to be open... hmmm, in fact I haven't actually seen a tram. Granted it was about 8:30 AM but it was Monday morning and the Centraal Station should have been packed with commuters. I finally found a station attendant who informed me that it was a national holiday, Queen's Day, and there were no trams running in the center of town. So there I was with all my bags, tired from the overnight trip, and no ...

... in Matteo's work, from the crystalline surfaces and glittering landscapes to the minutae of psychedelic vision, the little things that are always throbbing everywhere on the periphery of actual sight. And the throbbing sexuality throughout, the spurting of nipples and genitalia, the ecstatic thrills pulsing and beating against the senses. This is no mindless sensuality, though-this is the psychedelic, all-seeking, all-feeling, all-knowing experience of ...