Continued from Amsterdam Day 2 part 2.
I woke up this late morning after a fitful night of sleep. There was the drunk lady incident, and also people walking up and down stairs in the middle of the night right outside of our door. Lastly, I heard a buzzing in my ear last night, the dreaded buzzing of a mosquito. Sure enough, I woke up with a welt on my right cheek. Fucker!!
Ah HA!!! We pulled the curtains back and the room flooded full of light. RL looked up at the ceiling (which is high and evening standing on the bed its much to high to touch) and saw my nemesis. Motherfucker, you are going down. It was so full from drinking my potent blood that it just sat on our ceiling resting. I got a pillow and throw it right up against it.
5 minutes later, I was in the bathroom, and I managed to kill another mosquito!! This one bloodless. Our room, probably the same for most houses here, does not have AC so we all open our windows for the cooler air outside. But, Europeans apparently do not believe in screen windows, so bugs are free to just fly in. With that said, there aren’t too many bugs around, unlike SE Asia.
We saw so much and walked so much the previous two days here, today will be devoted to sitting around and doing nothing. We are Amsterdamed out and excited to head to Ireland tomorrow. We didn’t get out of the door until after 1pm. Nice.
This seemed so out of place. It was completely devoid of people inside…granted, it’s 2pm right now. Still, 3 levels of restaurant, how does this place survive? Does it host giant buses full of Asians?
Sidenote. In Germany it was tough to find a place that’ll accept credit cards, but here in Amsterdam, almost all places will accept a credit card.
Coffee back at our hotel dining room overlooking the canal. Very nice, very good coffee, and the best part, 3 Euros for both of our coffees, which is like half price of what we would have paid at another cafe elsewhere. Sweet!
Time for dinner. We stayed in the room the whole afternoon, I feel a little under the weather. I am either coming down with something or I’ve got allergies…who knows. The bike lanes make great access for people in electric wheelchairs. Unfortunately, that’s really all they get, because outside of the bike lanes, the city is very handicapped unfriendly – no elevators, no ramps.
Another note about the cyclists here. No one wears a helmet. Then again, they’ve got their dedicated lane, and also everyone watches out for cyclists because there are so many of them.
We sat in the wrong section. Instead of sitting downstairs in the basement, we sat upstairs in the bar section, where there is only bar food. We had already ordered our drinks…so it is what it is. We’ll be having bar grub for dinner.
Nachos with real guacamole and Bitterballen. Bitterballen are fried balls with beef and flour fillings. Not too bad. After dinner, we had a very pleasant chat with our bartender about traveling and food. He’s been to SE Asia before as well. He suggested that we actually try one of the croquettes from one of the fast food vendors. It’s like a bitterballen, but long not round.
To be continued at Belfast Day 1.