First, my most exciting news – I finally have a bike! This may not seem like a big deal, but Dutch people go just about everywhere on bikes, so I’ve really been wanting one. Bikes have the right of way just about everywhere, so they’ll mow you down if you’re not careful... At any rate, now I have a rickety, rusty piece of junk ladies bike – but someone gave it to me for free, so I really can’t complain.
My first real weekend in the
I spent the next day in
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- Flower Shops: Not my idea to stop by there, but some of the flowers were quite interesting. I’d never seen orchids quite like that, so that was nifty...
-Heineken Brewery (see above picture): A major disappointment. I felt like we were in a
- Ann Frank House: I thought it was very well done and extremely moving, though seeing it after the Heineken Brewery and before the Red Light district gave the day a very strange emotional progression.
- Red Light District: A small, seedy area packed with men and sex shops. And a lot of prostitutes in the windows trying to get you to come inside, which was a strange experience. I’m glad we went – there’s definitely nowhere else like it – but I can’t really say I found it terribly sexy. (For example, instead of port-o-pottys, they just had these open urinals for use on the street in full view. Awesome.)
- Food: Dutch food isn’t terribly exciting (the French and Italian guys at the office hate it with a passion), though we did find some good cheese. We also tried fries with mayo (meh, too bland – and they drown the fries with it, just as Pulp Fiction warned) and Dutch pancakes (which were awesome – they’re thin and gigantic, like crepes).
Anyway, it was a very full day in