becky and i got back from amsterdam yesterday. it was a good trip and for the first time ever i didn't feel like going back home. usually after a week I need get back home for whatever reason. so I kept a little travelogue in a marble notebook which goes as follows:

3/10/05 - in amsterdam

becky and i eat - tomato mozarella, lettuce and pesto on a dark roll.
Cafe Stevens. the weather has held up and becky's feeling better. the night before i went out drinking and discussing politics / grand ideas with Kees and Joeri. i started thinking about how these types of situations in general work like the following images:

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3/10/05:18,33 "De Pilsener Club
1615? i hope so

3/11/05 "De Sluyswacht"
Dommelsch tastes like piss. Bikes => google batavus, sparta, gazelle, nostalgie, burco.

15,02 back again at cafe stevens to try the goat cheese sandwich. drinking duvel to Dave Vir. it's raining.

3/11/05:17,00 "Fockink"
gin bar? 1679?
two beers. two more beers. a lady from montreal was trying to give me a quick lesson in dutch. i keep thinking german, and i wish i didn't. i think i'll respect the dutch and stick to english so i don't mangle their language. at night we went to a few bars with Marcin Gajewski. one of them is called "lux" i think. you need an age coin from the bar to operate the cigarette machines in bars it seems.

3/12/05:16,00
at cafe stevens again, raining. if you order the young (or mature i guess) cheese, that's exactly what you get, a plate of cheese cubes with some really good mustard. becky saw a tinker pony around de waag.

3/12/05:00,32 red light district
"drink & sink" what the fuck?!!? if i wanted downtown boston i would have stayed there!!!

3/13/05 artis (the zoo)
the plan is to get to england for the next trip. we want to live there, we really want to live there. but is it for the best? (ja, dat verdomme engelsman -sgc)

3/14/05:00,05 the greenhouse
eminem, woody harrelson, pierce brosnon, fran drescher all smoked here i guess. i keep toying with the idea, but becky won't. hash is here too i guess. it's pretty laid back. it's not raining anymore.

3/14/05:15,30 Cafe Chris 1624 (apparently the oldest bar in town)
they used to drink here after working on the tower (the nearby church) in the original days of the bar. it's on the corner of bloemstraat and erste bloem dwarmstraat; anno 1624.

21,40
de pilsener club with collins for the last night. it's actually from 1893 and not the 17th century. we ate at rose a mexican restaurant, and then headed here. the place filled up really quick with about 30 dutch guys all in their early 20s with the same haircut and same kind of clothes. the two dutch girls that were there when we arrived were very happy about this. eye candy i guess.

3/15/05:01,30
"Buurvrauw" - one last time with collins. i love this place. collins and i went here the first night and i had been back about 4 times since. we're drunk.....let's drink sliante!!!!slainte!!!
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wild peeing is what they call public urination wildplassen.....wildplassen = wild peeing, ricardo, WILD PEEING!!!!! [sic]
(my friend was arrested for unauthorized watching of police arresting a wildplasser -sgc)

that's all i wrote.

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