Notice the delicious stroopwafels in the third set. Nothing goes better with anything in like quite like stroopwafels.
…of which I’m sure I have few. My employer’s European headquarters is in The Netherlands, so maybe they my colleagues can enjoy on their next trip to the ‘dam.
Stumptown Coffee is setting up a temporary location in Amsterdam. Enjoy.
A little late… but all of my photographs from the weedville that is Amsterdam are now available for your viewing pleasure.
My favorite photos are here… here… here… and this group of old men looking through piles of old books.
Also… remember the bike pedal I broke? This was my lovely replacement.
Oh – don’t forget about the Prostitution Information Center or the red light district.
A question I do not mind answering, but one that can consume too much time once I begin explaining and others begin asking questions.
London, England was my starting point, then I worked south, going somewhat-counterclockwise to Paris, France… Bern, Switzerland… Florence, Italy… Torino, Italy… Pisa, Italy… Rome, Italy… Cortona, Italy… Venice, Italy… Vienna, Austria… Budapest, Hungary… Prague, Czech Republic… Berlin, Germany… Amsterdam, The Netherlands… Bruges, Belgium… and back to London, England.
Miles : 3,500 [approximately, point-to-point]
Number of Cities : 15
Number of Countries : 10
Favorite Small City : Bruges, Belgium
Favorite Large City : Berlin, Germany
Webster’s Dictionary defines shock as:
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An over-response of the body that leads to extremely reduced blood pressure that can threaten essential bodily functions.
Every time a prostitute offered, all I could get out was: “No thankyou.”
“You want some?” he said as he coughed, over and over.
“No thanks, I’m full.” I replied.
He didn’t get it. Stoner.
Picture me on a bike. Just that thought alone should make your Friday a little better.
However, while making my way to the Rembrant House, the pedal broke off. I was forced to “one leg” it back to the bike shop… 10 blocks away. The thought of me pedaling a bike with one foot should be better than the thought of me simply riding a bike.
They were more than happy to replace it, and said that no one had ever broken a pedal (AHHGGG! I AM SO STRONG!!!).
Of course, they then replaced it with a bike that was painted like a zebra.
It’s actually kinda sad. Amsterdam is an absolutely beautiful city. The canals rival that of Venice, and the buildings are as pretty as can be.
However, once again… all is overshadowed by the complete carelessness by which tourists conduct themselces here. Sad.
I’m out, kids. Have a good one. If all else fails, just be glad you won’t fall asleep to the aroma of Marijuana tonight.
