dutch-land
Nov. 1st, 2002 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauralhI put up some pics.
Day one: I arrive in Delft. Ana tells me to meet her at the "Biggest in Town" off the main square (not the one on the main square) if I go gadding about. I read some of the info in her Lonely Planet Netherlands but pretty much just pass out immediately.
Day two: We watch The Real World with Dutch subtitles while smoking in a coffeeshop. We can't tell if the show is German, British or American at first, since they're acting so weird, but the Brits next to us are offended when we assume the second option.
Day three: We nearly kill ourselves with the excess walking we've done. We intend to go to Rotterdam after Den Haag, but just go home instead.
Day four: During basically what we from FL and LA call "hurricane weather," we go to A'dam to see the Van Gogh museum and the Anne Frank house, but we end up trapped when the weather stops the trains from running.
Day five: Using the Lonely Planet map, I get lost on the way to the Rembrandthuis, which is about two blocks from the hostel. I finally go back to where I got lost and take two more steps, and there it is.
Day six: Did nothing but smoke my remaining joint, groove to the patterns in the wall, and laugh too much at somewhat funny passages in The Blind Watchmaker.
Day seven: We had dinner in an Argentine steakhouse. "But the prices aren't very Argentine!" we agreed. Ana almost talked me into a croquette, but she had to admit that it was filled with "liquid meat." So I declined.
Day one: I arrive in Delft. Ana tells me to meet her at the "Biggest in Town" off the main square (not the one on the main square) if I go gadding about. I read some of the info in her Lonely Planet Netherlands but pretty much just pass out immediately.
Day two: We watch The Real World with Dutch subtitles while smoking in a coffeeshop. We can't tell if the show is German, British or American at first, since they're acting so weird, but the Brits next to us are offended when we assume the second option.
Day three: We nearly kill ourselves with the excess walking we've done. We intend to go to Rotterdam after Den Haag, but just go home instead.
Day four: During basically what we from FL and LA call "hurricane weather," we go to A'dam to see the Van Gogh museum and the Anne Frank house, but we end up trapped when the weather stops the trains from running.
Day five: Using the Lonely Planet map, I get lost on the way to the Rembrandthuis, which is about two blocks from the hostel. I finally go back to where I got lost and take two more steps, and there it is.
Day six: Did nothing but smoke my remaining joint, groove to the patterns in the wall, and laugh too much at somewhat funny passages in The Blind Watchmaker.
Day seven: We had dinner in an Argentine steakhouse. "But the prices aren't very Argentine!" we agreed. Ana almost talked me into a croquette, but she had to admit that it was filled with "liquid meat." So I declined.
