I’m not sure how to link the last post I did on Holland to this one, but I suppose I’ll let the photos do the talking.
The Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam. Kai is opposed to going to museums since he’s not as polished as other people I know (Hah hah) so we didn’t step inside. I didn’t mind so I just took a photo of the building as proof that I was somewhat there.
Above is Amsterdam’s version of 5th Avenue or Rodeo Dr. It’s actually a very quiet street. In general, Holland is just a very quiet and family-oriented country I think. It’s quite similar to what I felt in Switzerland.
At night we walked to the more crowded area of Amsterdam. It was comforting to see KFC for some reason.
This part of Amsterdam will always be embedded into my mind I think. I was told that this is more or less the “Times Square” of Amsterdam. I was having ice cream here with Kai and JG when I noticed that JG was served something that didn’t look like photo in the menu. I said that “I was curious” as to why and the waiter actually said to me, “Yes, it’s good to be curious in life.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to such sarcastic remark. Hah hah.
Later in the evening, Kai took us to an ice bar. This was something that I’ve heard of but have never been to. Naturally I was really curious. €15 later, I was waiting at the bar to go in. (They let people into the ice bar every hour apparently) Once I went in, it turned out to be a really lame experience. Just felt like I was in a restaurant refrigerator. Worst part was, they wouldn’t let us take photos. But we managed to take photos before they gave us the warning.
A pic with JG, while waiting to go into the ice bar.
Kai and his girlfriend Ms. An.
They gave us jackets to wear- don’t we look like astronauts?
JG in front of the ice wall, which felt plastic to me.
This was dinner before the ice bar- a Japanese dinner. Quite good but also quite expensive.
Above are some photos we took at the pier. I actually forgot the name of this place, however this was where I bought a “klein” sized churro. JG ordered a klein sized cup of tea only to find out that it was the size of “sample.” €2.50 I think as well if I remember correctly.
This is the famous “Centraal Station.” International and domestic trains can all be found here.
A photo from when we visited the red light district. There aren’t many photos from here because photography is not allowed. The way prostitution works here is fascinating and it also leads me to believe that prostitution should be legal and should be done in exactly the way they do it here in Holland. There would be so much tax money to be made and it would clean up the “dark side” of prostitution immensely I think. Here prostitutes don’t stand at a corner nor do they solicit customers, they simply rent a little cubby with a glass door. When they don’t have customers, they sit by the glass door waiting. Once a customer opens the glass door and enters, the curtains close and they negotiate a price.
Our drive to Schipol.