Amsterdam
The first time you sleep in a hostel, a great rule ... once you learn to sleep is optional.
The boys are too smashed to do casino.
forget Lights always on, loud voices and even higher snoring, couples flirt, people falling and the other laughing. You sleep in the villages
time of 15/20 minutes, then wake up for 5 minutes ... then back to sleep for another fifteen minutes until someone comes again in another room. It goes on like this until 5 o'clock at night, then finally at peace until 9.
You wake up in the morning and think ... but fuck, I slept or not? Bho ... I've got not understand much. Maybe three hours I made ... aahh ... hungry ... hungry hungry god, I have to get up because the belt buckle bother me ... WHAT? ... I fuck up again ... vabhe jeans on, then I am ready to leave, yeah!
At breakfast you know another great rule. Italians do not go there ever in the hostels ... EVER!
At 90% you speak English, French and English 4%, and then a mixture of 2%. Polish, Portuguese, something like the Nordic countries and then ... I!
What a laugh!
Ok, hard-boiled egg to eat ... energy, inchiummu for bread, milk proteins for me to endure the cold ... but that shit ... just those coco pops!
A glass of juice with water added to taste distracted fishing is what you need.
I plan the day. This city is beautiful, but it is small, speed turns and you're always on Dam square Even if you do not want to see with one eye always see it. Stop them, with the fucking royal palace. Enough! The
Mary tells me, do not you take a picture of the square?
No! I do not want to see more, more than pictures. I'd rather buy a postcard, but a photo does not want to remember.
Determined!
Today we traveled to the area to the east. Jordan and the eastern channel. They say there is a house with six heads on the facade and the most beautiful bridge in the city.
you go. But first ... koffieshop!
Yes, I'm 11 in the morning, it's early, but I've got to write these lines not!?
19:15 pm I rode all day, my feet are tired but happy.
It's nice to walk into town is relaxing and pleasant, although there is a real strong wind.
You realize quickly that in this city there is not much to see, and four days, perhaps, is far too long, but I do things calmly and with my time. I like it.
What are, then you get used to that quickly, are channels, crooked houses, boats, bikes. Does not change much.
But in November I think it's nice to be there. The yellow leaves of many trees are in contrast with the red and white of most of the buildings. Then the blue sky with clouds rounds.
But in any case ... as they say in my ... the Trent is always that!
The red district is worth visiting, really recommended.
The atmosphere is cheerful, nothing is bleak, and in fact all you do for a ride.
couples, families, friends smoked, I found it in Japanese schools and even depression crisis because could take pictures. At
you ashamed to look inside. Only the corners of you are here ... but eh ... I'm looking for the Old Church ... then tell me that everything around us are black tits ...
actually find out what all stop watching. There is also the first Japanese who always says "Arikazà. What the fuck does that mean? Think about it, I always say every time I look something .. bho!
The girls smile at you and invite you
We laugh, and show.
I have not found the Rattus excited, and if there is hidden well. Even the drug dealers "illegal", they call you and make you a wink, not true that chase you. It is not dangerous.
But to be honest, I think the smiles of these women and I seem to feel that sensation of feeling like a tomato. To choose look at you instead of keys. Blonde ok! Big boobs ok! Aaahhh, ugly ass. No, let me feel that ...
will be a trip of my own ... Here is how
will not hear of being abroad. I do not feel that feeling like "the fuck are a'dam to."
what I feel like when I was off work and decides to make a trip to Totnes. Everything was always the same as before, but I liked that feeling of being completely at home, but at same time, it was also the closest thing.
Sometimes a picture, maybe the cheesy fries at the Barrel House is Friday and if the market is a must. For
here so I feel a little bit at home and some not, some tourists are a little 'local people. Today
around downtown ... well ... because I wanted to take pictures. Maybe tomorrow it rains, then there is a museum that is not seen it yet, I think it's called Van Gogh ...
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