Amsterdam is crazy. I have never seen a more organized train ticketing office nor a more frantic city square. I don’t know what to think about Dutch people. They will sell you marijuana energy drinks (oxymoron?) but you have to buy cigarettes and matches separately.
In other news, I found a bus tour.
Yeahhhhh sitting down and looking at things. I love a bus tour. Amsterdam has three tour lines, but two of them are in BOATS.
I hate boats.
However, unlike in Bruges where the tour boats were small and the number of people on them was large, here the boats are huge and only a few tourists hop on at each stop.
I am ok with this boating system. I still think boats are death machines, though.
From the canals I saw many pretty sites, such as these houses.
Which seemed lovely until this bell of the ball rolled by
Most of the places here, as in Bordeaux, are limited to four stories and traditional facades. I think it’s working for this place.
Here are some bridges.
In Bruges, people would sit near the edge of the canals and eat and chat. Here, people dangle their legs over the side of the canal wall and drink and smoke. It’s the subtle differences that make all the… difference.
No sign of the DEMON. I think either this is his den or I’ve shook him for good.
Tomorrow I’m going to either the sex museum or the Anne Frank house. I guess it just depends on my mood.
“ROSENCRANTZ: We might as well be dead. Do you think death could possibly be a boat?
GUILDENSTERN: No, no, no… Death is… not. Death isn’t. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can’t not-be on a boat.
ROSENCRANTZ: I’ve frequently not been on boats.”
— Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead
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