They say you can't describe Amsterdam, you have to experience it. When have I ever listened to what they say. And who's they?
yeah.. you can see all there is to see by Bike... at least that how the locals do it. Plenty of rentals, plenty of bikes... in fact there are more peolpe than bike in the city... and apparently you have shady characters sliding upto you and trying to palm off stolen bikes. For 10 euros! We kept a sharp lookout for such characters so we could slide upto him and demand our 10-euro bike. NO such luck!
Nope, didn’t visit the cheese farm, but did try out some of the cheeses for Breakfast. Yummmm! And those clogs- well, don’t know why they sell em, actually- can’t wear ‘em- and where the heck will you display shoes in your house??
Now this is something that would sell in this city…we turn on the telly, and what’s the first thing we see? The free porn channel! And the red-light district is awesome! The window mannequins stand ramrod straight, and the women at the windows are unbelievably curvy! Oh, and the toys… wouldn’t know what to do with half of them, actually.
This is a laugh. Shopping is tax free. Porn on the telly is free. So is homosexuality. But a trip to the loo costs you 50 cents to a Euro. And in the city of canals, water certainly isn’t free!
You really think I wasted the weekend visiting this? Come on! you ought to know me better by now.
Here’s One place I wish we could visit actually, but with Pickwick in tow, we didn’t think it’s was too clever. Even in Amsterdam.
Again, with the museums… really, now.This is me we’re talking about here. OK. So we did visit One museum. But this wasn’t it.
Nope. This wasn’t it either. Try again.
Nor this.
*snort* C’mon! you’re not trying hard enough.
See what I mean about the Sex? And this poster has nothing to do with sex. It’s just about shopping!
Ohh- our neightbourhood bar. Great ambience. You can sit out right by the canal. And gaze out at the gay convention taking place in the street. Host of Pink-tees, extreme leather and some lovely drag queens. Pickwick really loved the hot Pink Balloons.
Finally. This is the one museum we did visit. It would be blasphemous if we didn’t.
Ohh… and this one, I did want to visit, but I was veetoed.
No thanks. We have one already. We call him Pickwick.
7 comments:
WTF! Blogger ate up half my blog until today!
i like last pic and your comment on it :D
thought u were going to Swissssss?
lol... yes, poor thing. so many posts at his expense. He's So going to get back at me for all of this.
ah Swiss- yesss... we go next week.
you went to amsterdam with hubby, good! and with pikwick?? u've changes or something has happened in europe
You guys have been really doing a fair bit of travelling eh.Gr8!
Did you pick any reprints of Van Gogh
Cheers :)
Eye yam jealousy...
Ruch: naah- not that much- see Pickwick's too young to ask any uncomforatble questions... hehehe
Finetastes: nope. We decided it wasn't worth it to see Pickwick chewing on it meditatively.
Bloom: ewe can still come to london and crash at our place.
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