There's always another story...
Trip Start May 07, 2003
65Trip End Sep 05, 2005
But, drawing in the Purple Haze of the canals and coffee shops of Amsterdam was as perfect a way as any to round off the last 28 months. I traipsed about the red light district, just to pass the time of course, still being shocked by various sights such as big old black wifies with squint teeth and ginger hair peering provocativley at me out of the many red framed, full-length windows that adorn all the side streets round the Dam. Militant cyclists on the warpath - WHOOOSH - "that wis ma toes ya bas!". Boats full of bufties floating past on old dingies, in tight denim panties rubbing KY jelly on each other. Wrinkly rasta dudes, wi long dreds standing in the middle of the street chuckling away; when I clocked him with a razor nonchalantly chopping up a wrap of white powder, he growled - "wanna bite?!". All this on a beautiful summers day, 28 degrees in the Dam today, the last sun I'm likely to see until I leave Scotland again. But right now, although it's very sad this huge global odyssey is finally over, irrespective of what others may say, the world IS vast and you can't step on every stone; at least not in one go! Terribly missed family and friends are beckoning and it's got to End.