No European tour would be complete without visiting Holland, or the Netherlands, as they are now called, and it’s well known city, Amsterdam. It’s beautiful! Has as many canals as Venice, maybe more, beautiful old plazas and narrow winding streets. The people are very friendly. The people are friendly…..probably because half of them are higher than a get out on marijuana. There wasn’t a street I rode down or walked on, in the central part, (old), part of the city that didn’t have the sweet aroma of “pot” wafting through the air. As I looked more closely and started to listen to the conversations, I began to notice a trend. Most of the people I saw and heard spoke ” American” English. Amsterdam is full of young “pot-heads” on a high holiday. Everything goes here…and after walking the streets at night…everything does indeed. Prostitutes plying their wares in storefront windows, pot for sale everywhere, and the smell of marijuana so strong I’m sure the light headedness I was feeling was from all the smoke in the air. I’m allergic to pot. It makes my head turn to concrete. I can’t breathe and my eyes burn. Amsterdam’s cool but I gotta get out of this neighborhood. Nothing much to see outside the old city center so after a few photos, I’m off to Belgium and Antwerp, the city famous for diamonds. And no girls, I’m not bring home gifts.
Just to show you how I have spent some of my nights in Europe, I took a few photos of a “deluxe” room in Amsterdam.
….and in total transparency, I am staying here for the next two nights. It’s in Antwerp.
My first evening in Antwerp.
I sat here and looked at this for dinner.