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Wednesday, July 25
Amsterdam, Holland, the Netherlands
Day one: rain. I watched some BBC news about the flooding in England and wondered what will happen if I can't get from the airport to where Troy lives due to flooding. Only time will tell.
Day two: Saw the Rijks museum, filled with Dutch masters like Rembrandt. I love Rembrandt. He painted with a stunning command of light and used darkness to accentuate and highlight past of his subjects. Absolutely stunning to see painting with such force. Much better than the Flemish Primitives (pre-rennaisance) folk that I saw at the last museum. I have seen enough portraits of rich folk and paintings of the vigin mother with Jesus to last me a few years.
Night two: Went to the Red Light district. It was very strange and I had to buy some cigarettes to smoke while I walked around, it is just too weird to be propositioned. I went to a live sex show. It was more strange than sexy, but interesting nonetheless. Want to know how much it costs to see people 69 or have sex, and see one special someone smoke weed with her vagina? €30. Such a strange place, this Holland.
Day three: Walked around a nice park, had a decent meal, then went to the Dutch resistence Museum and learned all about how the Dutch resisted Nazi rule in the 40s. It was a terrible time, and I felt a lot of sorrow while reading and listening to the exhibits. Even when peace returned, I could sense how hard it must have been to return to normal life. It was a good compliment to the concentration camp / survivers monuments at Dassau.
Night three: ??? Who knows? I am on my own and hungry, so maybe I'll eat and then look for someplace to go (especially if it's not the Red Light area, one night of that is enough... not to sound puritan, but I don't really like prostitutes, it seems).
Day one: rain. I watched some BBC news about the flooding in England and wondered what will happen if I can't get from the airport to where Troy lives due to flooding. Only time will tell.
Day two: Saw the Rijks museum, filled with Dutch masters like Rembrandt. I love Rembrandt. He painted with a stunning command of light and used darkness to accentuate and highlight past of his subjects. Absolutely stunning to see painting with such force. Much better than the Flemish Primitives (pre-rennaisance) folk that I saw at the last museum. I have seen enough portraits of rich folk and paintings of the vigin mother with Jesus to last me a few years.
Night two: Went to the Red Light district. It was very strange and I had to buy some cigarettes to smoke while I walked around, it is just too weird to be propositioned. I went to a live sex show. It was more strange than sexy, but interesting nonetheless. Want to know how much it costs to see people 69 or have sex, and see one special someone smoke weed with her vagina? €30. Such a strange place, this Holland.
Day three: Walked around a nice park, had a decent meal, then went to the Dutch resistence Museum and learned all about how the Dutch resisted Nazi rule in the 40s. It was a terrible time, and I felt a lot of sorrow while reading and listening to the exhibits. Even when peace returned, I could sense how hard it must have been to return to normal life. It was a good compliment to the concentration camp / survivers monuments at Dassau.
Night three: ??? Who knows? I am on my own and hungry, so maybe I'll eat and then look for someplace to go (especially if it's not the Red Light area, one night of that is enough... not to sound puritan, but I don't really like prostitutes, it seems).
