Blogs from Amsterdam, North Holland, Netherlands, Europe - page 192

Amsterdam Having waved goodbye to my girlfriend Cat’s dad at Waterloo, we trekked to Luton Airport to be met with the most rubbish airport in the world. It makes flying about as glamorous as shopping in Lidl or Aldi or something. Although Cat said they had very nice toilets, so top marks Luton for arse facilities. When we arrived in Amsterdam we immediately found our hostel and spread our shite everywhere. The 20 bed dorm was surprisingly cosy yet we had privacy (ish), although there was a clear Amsterdam casualty in the bed next to me who was always in bed and stared at me ALL the time. She was bald and had bug eyes on stalks. On the way into town I passed a stuffed reindeer. Had my picture taken with it. He looks like ... read more

Geo: 52.3738, 4.89095We rented a car in Brussels and drove to Amsterdam.... read more

Three nights of Amsterdam at its best, nearly 20 of us made it out for Davy Butlers and Danny Hewitts joint stag weekend madness. I was best man for Davy and had a few tricks prepared for the lucky grooms. Our flight took less than 2hours and by the time we arrived in Amsterdam we were well on our way to being drunk. We all departed the airplane, Vince sported an easyjet travel meal sticker that had been placed there by The Rabi. After getting our bags and bumping into the great dart legend Bobby George we caught the train to Amsterdam center. Out we jumped and went in search of our hotels, we stayed in the Hotel Roe just off dam square. It was clean and to be honest it was good value for money. ... read more

Day 7 Dong….Dong……Ding ..Dong……Dong …Ding….Ding fuckin’ Dong, fuckin’ ding….dong…dong….ohhhh stop it!!….ding…..please, please …..ding…dong …..AHHHHHHHHHH! Literally five feet from the window that I was sleeping, was a god damn church. It just wasn’t the fact that I ‘slept’ beside the window that faced the church, it was that some insensitive Dutch priest/minister/reverend decided to play with his bells for an hour at six o’clock in the morning. So needless to say, I got an early start to the day's’ festivities. Baggy eyed and irritated, I ventured downstairs to the pub in an attempt to make up for the premature wakening with a nice Amsterdam/Irish breakfast. As all good breakfasts must start with a cup of fresh hot coffee, I ordered one from the bartender. A dollop of milk and a spoonful of sugar followed up with a ... read more

This is continued from Basel. Upon our arrival at the Central Station in Amsterdam we started to make our way for the information booth. It was another situation where we had no reservations and we going to just find our way. Used to do that a lot. I’d never do it again. But when we were young its how we rolled. We ended up following someone to a hotel that was nothing special. It was over on the edge of the red-light district. This trip was February 1997 and it is now October 2006 as I write this so I don’t remember many details. Once checked in we headed out and started our touring. It was the first time either of us had been to Amsterdam. So we were just taking in the sights of the ... read more