After a huge party, and losing a watch already in the airport in Hamburg, me and Lennart arrived in Amsterdam. Took about 2ish tries to find out the location of the hostel (“towards the grasshopper and turn right on the second street” it said), eventually we found it, although realizing we were in the edge and clearly inside the famous red light district already. We knew then that the days to follow would not go by softly, nor smoothly.
We first, as if preparing for what was to come, took a very long and kind of deserved nap. When we woke was time to compensate for the lost time. We went for a few walks around, looking through all the different café’s around and the several “coffee shops”. We found the vending machines that sell hot food as well. That was quite a thrill, to go to a machine and buy hot burgers, hot dogs and all. very simple solution, but also incredibly effective. We did not do an awful much that night, just a few drinks and walked around the canals for quite a while. We tried to have a neon tour around the city.
The hostel street and the view from Anne Frank’s house.
The next day we did what was to be repeated often: we walked, walked and walked. We went to Anne Frank’s house, a few churches, got lost in propose around the canals, and tried to get as far from downtown as possible. It is amazing how many bicycles are around the city, just an incredible amount. When we finally concluded the walk, me and Lennart tried some of the famous fries from Amsterdam.
So many bicycles, and me and Lennart trying the chips.
That evening bohemian lifestyle was occurring again, and this time we went more experimental, with some coca based drinks. That was great in the sense I discovered being experimental is not my forte and I do not intend on repeating such features.
Bad weather, but great view
The next and final morning we decided to go to some parks around, have a quiet day before leaving, so we just laid in the sun by a canal and enjoyed the view, which was pretty spectacular.
And that was it, as quickly as it came to a start, it came to an and, quite abruptly both ways, but with great memories, shockingly so, but great nonetheless. After this, when returning to the hostel to get our luggage I overheard this crazy guy wanting to get into a fight with me and Lennart because we were on ‘his’ red light district and we were saying no to the girls on display. Will also recollect the poor cyclist that was punched to the ground by four guys though quickly rescued by a car. Although these might sound as bitter memories, they were very peculiar and interesting and I shall hold on to them dearly. The city was great, but the people were just spectacular!
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