From London, I flew into Amsterdam. Of course, that was after spending the night in the airport. It didn't quite make sense to pay for a few hours of sleep in a hostel only to get up in the middle of the night for my 5:20 boarding time. Plus, the Easybus wasn't running at that hour and it was the least expensive way of getting to the Gatwick Airport. So, I opted for the long night in the airport instead. I hopped on the airport bus around 23:30 and arrived at the airport about an hour later. After finding a comfy place to settled down for the next few hours I passed the time reading on my Kindle and having a few short naps. After checking my luggage around 4am I made my way to find myself a bite to eat. However, the shops didn't open until 4:30am so I wasted more time before finally being able to get a snack and then having yet another nap before boarding time.
I was incredibly exhausted by the time I made it to my hostel in Amsterdam around 10am. I was relieved that I was allowed to check in to my room early. After a wonderfully refreshing and much needed shower I decided to get some errands done. Errand #1- Lunch. Errand # 2 - post office. Well... By the time I was done errand #1, I was so exhausted from the last 24 hours that I didn't have it in me to venture out to find a post office. I took it easy for the rest of the night and managed to stay up until a reasonable hour before going to bed.
After a good nights rest I was ready to starting wandering the infamous Amsterdam streets and canals. I started my day with a New Europe walking tour. I have done quite a few of their walking tours and they are always very well done. They do a 3 hour free walking tour in most of Europes major cities and they usually offer several paid tours per city also. They only work for tips on the free walking tour and I am more then happy to pay for the personable yet very knowledgeable guides they provide.
After the walking tour I spent the rest of the day wandering the city with two American gals I had met from my hostel. Amsterdam is a small city and its easily walkable from almost anywhere... or bikeable, which is how the locals get around. Its insane to see the way the bike traffics operate in the same way vehicles would in other cities. The city is strangely quiet from the lack of vehicles on the road, with the exception being the ringing bike bells telling pedestrians to "move it or else"!
The second day I mostly wandered again. I met up with Carole Ann, a Canadian I met in Nice, and her friend, who is also from Canada. We went to the Hollandsche Manage (Holland riding school) to check out the beautiful historic building and see the beautiful horses and ponies. We rented bikes and rode through the park for awhile before going back to the hostel in the late afternoon. In the evening, I met up with one of the Canadian guys I'd met at the hostel. We decided to check out the Liberation Day events in the square that evening. It was basically the same ceremony that we have on Remembrance Day but they do it in the evening. It was kind of exciting to be there as a Canadian since we were the ones that helped liberate the Dutch in 1945. We ended the evening in one of the many coffee shops in Amsterdam.
My last full day in Amsterdam was spent wandering even more and seeing the things I hadn't seen yet. Anne Frank House, and the The World press photo Exhibit being the top of my list. I met up with Carole Ann again later for an evening at the coffeeshop. We went for a walk through the red light district and stumbled upon an outdoor concert in the main square as part of the two day Liberation Day events. Now that was very UNLIKE our Canadian way of celebrating Remembrance day. I guess for them its more to remember the horrible things that happened and the people that died and then to celebrate being Liberated also. For us its more just remembering those who died. I think we should make our Canadian Remembrance day two days also so we can make the second day a party for our freedom. Who's in?!
For Vangy: I met Peko again. He was sailing down some canals.
Milkshakes at the coffeeshop... SO GOOD!
One of the Amsterdammetjes. Yep, its shaped like a penis. And it says XXX which actually just comes from their coat of arms and doesn't have a dirty meaning. During Gay pride they put a giant one of these on a boat because the parade takes place down the canal. However, to go under the bridges it deflates and the crowd says "Booooo" until it pops back up on the other side of the bridge and everyone cheers.
The infamous tulips.
Cake at the coffee shop. Yum!