This trip was directly bolstered by the London trip, where I’d visited the Saatchi Gallery with P.
It took all of my efforts to plan, as this next leg was a complete surprise. I’d convinced her that we were staying in West London and the next day planned on checking out Kew Gardens, and long last. As we sat in the Tap on the line, I was able to tell her the real plan and announced we were flying out of London shortly, to Amsterdam for a long weekend.
People often act really surprised when I tell them I’ve never been to Amsterdam before. It baffles me how many people have more so. Like Paris, due to its proximity to the UK, it often seems somewhat of an expected trip to make, and therefore I’ve pursued locations a little further away, to make the time travelling seem… well, worth it?
How very dismissive I’ve been, though. I find most of Europe pretty fascinating, and whether I was backpacking or just visiting different cities, it never ceases to amaze me. Amsterdam was no exception to this.
Arriving late at night, after flight delays, due to several extremely intoxicated Brits. We landed to see more Brits, leathered, headphone wires tangled around their heads, and trousers around their ankles, dicks in hand, pissing all over the airport floor. Genuinely recoiled at this, thinking, What the fuck have I booked this for? However, in no time at all, we were transported by a local cabby in his modern-day Delorean into the city, and everything was cool.
I won’t bore you with the full itinerary as it’s not important, but the standout spots were definitely;
- Straat Museum
- A hazy time in the public park
- Stedelijk Museum
No bikes were hired. No, thank you!
As ever, there’s never enough time. It won’t be the last time I venture out there.
