In the train to Amsterdam we met the first other Interrailers already. They are everywhere, but you only really notice it when you are carrying a big pack yourself.
As we could not stay at Tims friend, he called a campsite to ask for free space. As there was plenty, we took a bus to campsite Vliegenbos, which cost us 41€ for two nights thanks to the "only 2 people fee", the "tourist fee" and the "only two nights fee"....why don't they make it one price straight away? The campsite ground was pretty hard, but at least there was grass on it. The toilets and shower rooms all had blue lights, which I think is either supposed to be cool or against druggies. On the other hand they did not put much emphasis on toilet seats, soap or toilet paper (which is why one of our first ways took us to a supermarket to buy this important good). Tim actually wasted some of it later on, because during one of his "private conference" somebody opened the door, which shocked him so much he dropped the roll into the toilet :-D.
In the afternoon we went to town where I had to try a Dutch speciality called "Kroket". It looks disgusting and you don't wanna know what is in there, but it was quite tasty.
As we could not stay at Tims friend, he called a campsite to ask for free space. As there was plenty, we took a bus to campsite Vliegenbos, which cost us 41€ for two nights thanks to the "only 2 people fee", the "tourist fee" and the "only two nights fee"....why don't they make it one price straight away? The campsite ground was pretty hard, but at least there was grass on it. The toilets and shower rooms all had blue lights, which I think is either supposed to be cool or against druggies. On the other hand they did not put much emphasis on toilet seats, soap or toilet paper (which is why one of our first ways took us to a supermarket to buy this important good). Tim actually wasted some of it later on, because during one of his "private conference" somebody opened the door, which shocked him so much he dropped the roll into the toilet :-D.
In the afternoon we went to town where I had to try a Dutch speciality called "Kroket". It looks disgusting and you don't wanna know what is in there, but it was quite tasty.We walked through the red light district, which can basically be described as Bar, Coffeeshop, Boobies, Pub, Ass, Sexshop, more Boobies, Bar, Coffeeshop, Shaking ass, Pub, Sexshop..... it was fun, although I don't really like how the women stand behind their windows selling there body as a damn product. All you can fuck. 
Coffeeshops right now face the ridicolous problem of the smoking ban. It is in fact not allowed to smoke tobacco in a coffeeshop, but you can smoke dope in there pure. Seriously, why the hell does the smoking ban apply to a place which major purpose IS smoking and everybody is there to smoke????
Then I contacted Froggy (the australian) and found out that Tim gave him the wrong dates, so Froggy would only have one evening with us in Amsterdam. After some time where both me and Froggy were a bit pissed off, Tim decided to invite Froggy to Paris and contribute to his ticket. Very generous offer, which brought back peace :-)
The next morning Tim cooked nice tea on the cooker and we walked into town to rent some bikes. Then we cruised with our Granny bikes three hours through Amsterdam, which is SUICIDAL, but great FUN. Amsterdam is perfect for cycling and the best way to get around. We met Froggy afterwards in a bar where our beer cost 6€. That was because there where half-naked Gogo-Dancers, which I only recognised afterwards. Back to the red light district then and a Chill-Out in the Coffeeshop, where Froggy had to experience that he and holland dope are not good friends. But hey, who can actually say that he or she laid down on a pavement in the centre of Amsterdam? 
In need of more food (Tim can seriously eat all day long) we tried Frikandel and more Kroket. Frikandel is actually a mix of leftovers from slaughter, although it looks much better and tastes better than Kroket.
Then we went to meet Tim's auntie Bobbie Rossini Hobbelman, who is the former bass player of a famous Dutch rock band (Claw boys claw) and who has an apartment on top of Amsterdam.
Increcible view!!! So we chilled out ther in the sun on the roof, drinking beer and wine and just enjoying ourselves. She is sooo cool.
On the way back to the campsite Tim and I shared a brownie. Froggy came with us to sqeeze into our tent. Bobbie gave him some plastic bags and old newspapers to build a mat :-D.
Having some beers and a smoke in the tent I went on a trip on my own....to the big cave and the desert and the beach being a mermaid. Big fun!
Not big fun, though, was waking up again at 4 am to catch our 6:26 train to Paris. Hungover, tired and weak we were all pretty grumpy. But more about that later on...
Franzi
Coffeeshops right now face the ridicolous problem of the smoking ban. It is in fact not allowed to smoke tobacco in a coffeeshop, but you can smoke dope in there pure. Seriously, why the hell does the smoking ban apply to a place which major purpose IS smoking and everybody is there to smoke????
Then I contacted Froggy (the australian) and found out that Tim gave him the wrong dates, so Froggy would only have one evening with us in Amsterdam. After some time where both me and Froggy were a bit pissed off, Tim decided to invite Froggy to Paris and contribute to his ticket. Very generous offer, which brought back peace :-)
The next morning Tim cooked nice tea on the cooker and we walked into town to rent some bikes. Then we cruised with our Granny bikes three hours through Amsterdam, which is SUICIDAL, but great FUN. Amsterdam is perfect for cycling and the best way to get around. We met Froggy afterwards in a bar where our beer cost 6€. That was because there where half-naked Gogo-Dancers, which I only recognised afterwards. Back to the red light district then and a Chill-Out in the Coffeeshop, where Froggy had to experience that he and holland dope are not good friends. But hey, who can actually say that he or she laid down on a pavement in the centre of Amsterdam? 
In need of more food (Tim can seriously eat all day long) we tried Frikandel and more Kroket. Frikandel is actually a mix of leftovers from slaughter, although it looks much better and tastes better than Kroket.
Then we went to meet Tim's auntie Bobbie Rossini Hobbelman, who is the former bass player of a famous Dutch rock band (Claw boys claw) and who has an apartment on top of Amsterdam.
Increcible view!!! So we chilled out ther in the sun on the roof, drinking beer and wine and just enjoying ourselves. She is sooo cool.On the way back to the campsite Tim and I shared a brownie. Froggy came with us to sqeeze into our tent. Bobbie gave him some plastic bags and old newspapers to build a mat :-D.
Having some beers and a smoke in the tent I went on a trip on my own....to the big cave and the desert and the beach being a mermaid. Big fun!
Not big fun, though, was waking up again at 4 am to catch our 6:26 train to Paris. Hungover, tired and weak we were all pretty grumpy. But more about that later on...
Franzi
2 comments:
I am AMAZED by your stories and LOLLLLLLLLLL!!!! :-D thanks so much for the cup (using it every day) and chocolates (already gone, and sooo goooooood! yummy). Good to know you had a good time here :-) xxx Love ya
you guys are so funny! reading your blog was really the best start ever to my new being-free-for-three-months identity... I almost felt as if I was a bit on holiday with you, too!! Did you alredy leave Madrid? How I would love to be there -it's so damn COLD here!! (that's why I got the cold -haha :( ) the klausur today was really bitchy, but I guess I made it. It's because I generally rock ;)
lots of kisses and hugs!
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