Trip Start Sep 01, 2005
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Brian, the first to arrive, landed at 1PM our train got in just after that, and Jeff's was scheduled to land around 3PM
Through the glory of classified postings on the Internet, we had found an apartment to rent. It slept four, was just far enough from downtown, had a kitchen and a small garden. The owner had given us a good price on it, so we booked it online.
We spent six nights in Amsterdam. The first few days we spent wandering around the great city, getting lost. The Indian Summer was continuing in this part of Europe, and we took full advantage of it. Every now and then we would stop for refreshments and boosters, beers and soarmas. On the one rainy day that we had we visited the Van Gough museum, and the next we rented bikes
As anyone who has been in Amsterdam knows, there is probably more bicycle traffic than automobile traffic, and the city is planed accordingly. Bike lanes are almost always being used, and both cars and pedestrians are always checking the road for bicyclists. Most bikes are of a vintage cruiser stock either one speed with reverse brakes, or three speed hybrids, always equipped with bell and locks. In Marry Poppins posture we explored the city, covering kilometers in minutes.
The streets and the canal systems are beautiful, and Mother Nature was blessing us with cool fall weather. Almost every meter that we walked had picturesque scenes of canals lined by cobblestone streets, shaded by the colorful leaves of early Fall.
For Erin and I the nights were pretty tame, and I suppose that when you think of the possibilities, I would say that Brian and Jeff behaved themselves respectfully. Bill Maher said "if the terrorists really hate America for its freedom, then why don't they bomb Amsterdam." Legalizing vices of allsorts has definitely made for an interesting place. The draw of the red light district is of course both infamy and novelty. It is a place where you see humanness in many forms. Through our days in the city the red light district lingered in passing references and compromising dares. In the end, it turned out to be no more than that, taunts and dares; harmless enough for the onlooker who doesn't get too close.
On the seventh day we said goodbye to Jeff, and parted ways. It was time to recover from the smoke house and get our brains back into working order. The week had been fun and we returned to Rosrath on the left foot.