Sunday in the Dam

Riding through the Dam I tremble with anticipation at what this City will offer me over my 4 night stay.  My train is making peculiar racing car noises, the tram driver initially forgot to take my fare money,we pass a group of shady looking young blokes and as we pass H&M even the clothing models look as if they've been on the Koosh.  Is it in light of knowing cannabis is freely sold and freely smoked that I'm seeing the red ring in the eyes of everybody I walk past?  Or is smoking cannabis the most common passtime next to cycling through the streets?

Once I arrived at my accommodation I couldn't escape fast enough.  Destination "The Flying Pig", in my opinion the owner had only one real motive for not installing any ventilation in the pokey underground common room-slash-smoking room...Hotttttttttt Boxxxxxxxxxx!  I explored the neighbouring park Vondelpark as I waited to check into my room.  The edges of the park were littered with dodgy individuals (my judgement based on the content of their conversations with themselves).  I questioned the safety of my exploration mission as I drifted through the hazy smoke and stepped over and around the hundreds of comatose bodies sprawled on the green.  Joking!! Gross exaggeration there were pockets of dog walkers, cyclists, families holding hands, a dash of peculiar scents with a sprinkling of limp bodies on the green. 

Morning 1 in Amsterdam
To be continued........

Norske språket er skrullete (2 words..google translate)

Let me bring to your attention that all single women and men should make the journey to Oslo, Norway at some stage in life.  These Norwegian individual's were genetically blessed and deserve a mention.  Nowhere have I come across such a concentration of good looks, for sure Paris had the occasional head turner but Oslo is teaming!!! Not only are they sensational looking with their deep tans, light hair and limbs to turn you green with envy but they are very friendly and likely to be earning some mad cheddar (money?).  I'm basing this on the ludicrous prices of food and drink (Daniel's single 330ml can of cider was equivalent to $13.50NZD) and I'm presuming the wage is relative?  So singles if you're still seeking take the plunge!

I would like to enlighten you all on the coping mechanism involved with being booted in the nose by your opponent in a football match.  A step by step process follows: