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The Netherlands - What could one possibly do here?
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From Birmingham, I caught the train down to my old haunt of Oxford. I spent an hour or two wandering the old town, lost in pleasant memories from a few summers ago when I taught there. After resisting a trip back to the fish and chips place where I had my first deep fried Mars bar, I made my way back to the train station.
As luck would have it, Kara was visiting England for a Girls' Weekend with some of her new work mates. They kindly gave me a lift back to the Netherlands, via the Ferry at Dover, through France, Belgium, and then into the Netherlands. Four countries in one day, not bad.
The Netherlands. Land of Tulips, Canabis, legalized Prostitution, and the ugliest little town of Brunsen. In Brunsen, I hung out for a day or two, did some laundry, and went for a walk past the scariest, freakiest nunnery ever (Kara, try not to think about the fact that just behind your garden, on the other side of the trees, that the top windows of that place look directly at your house - not that there would anything looking at you, pale eyes staring across the fields at the house where a young woman lives - all by herself. Really, don't think about that.)
After a couple days in Kara's new hometown, we caught the train up to Amsterdam where my flight was leaving the next day back to Switzerland. In Amsterdam, we ate some Indonesian and Thai food, and played cards until it was time for my flight. Really. Because someday I will need a job again, and I don't need this blog being held against me. We ate French Fries and played cards. That's it.
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