Special Place

ok, so a little white lie. I am in Amsterdam at the moment!! I am lying in wait to surprise Erica, she doesn't know i'm going to be here in Holland.... hehehehehe.
Left Bilbao yesterday and had a mini worrysome eppisode because my flight wasn't on the board... instead of flying to Amsterdam direct like i thought, turns out i got a free holiday in Palma de Mallorca also!!! Wihoo! Sun and palm trees! I did even leave the airport, and all i saw were palms and sun. And the carparking lot hehehe.
Arrived into Amsterdam at midnight and took tram & walked to my hostel, called The Flying Pig. Yes, interesting name. And an interesting room, i got the marijuana leaf themed room. Had a pint at the hostel bar then sleeeeeep. Getting off the plane in the airport gave me a really creepy sensation, it made me feel, for the first time in 9 months like i was in New Zealand. And it was something nonnewzealand which made it weird. I was surrounded by dutch!!!!!! There were Uncle Teds, Wilgerts, Birgittas, and Marians everywhere.

Rented a bike today and had an AWESOME time like i did in Valencia, renting a bike. Except this time it was a traditional style Dutch bike!!! and it was so relaxing and stimulating to be doing stuff!!!! Especially excersize, being with tendonitis and all its difficult to get moving much.

Toured around A LOT even getting lost amongst the canals, going out of the bounds of my map, going round in circles in Vondelpark (Amsterdams huge park), eating icecream (despite the cold weather), biking past thousands of porn/sex shops, biking past millions of 'coffee shops', huh, yeah, they don't sell coffee as thier main attraction. And stopped off at the Red Light District.

Now. I locked my bike, walked around a little, and a guy asked me the time. This was a guy in his 40's, about to go grey, a genuine smile, really nice dutch guy. "its 1.30" "oh, thanks, well, that means i have lots of time until my work starts, do you me to walk around with you?" ~ janine looks hesitant~ "c'mon, i know the area, i'll just waste some time with you" "er, ok then" .... general conversation, shows me some streets, we talk about dutch culture and openess.. "yeah, the other day i went to a live show and it was quite interesting... (pause)... have you seen a live show before?" "er, no" *alarm bells* "oh ok" .... awkward silence, then i notice he's wearing a watch *alarm bells* .... more general talk about the red light districe, he informs me that you have to be carefull when selecting the girls sometimes because they can be guys, and he knows, it happened to him. HIM, he didn't even cover it up by saying a friend or seomtning. *alarm bells* ...then he can see i'm itching to leave "hey, .. do you want to go to a special place?" *alaaaaarrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmm ABORT ABORT ABORT* i didn't even have words, i just shook my head then said thanks for the walk around and left. Very glad to leave. He was a nice guy, just, well, out for sex.

Went home for a snooze, then another bike ride, had a McKroket at mcdonalds, then went to the movies! Saw Brokeback Mountain, in english even as it had dutch subtitles. Biked home, and here i am now, 1am. Actually, i should go to bed, goign to the airport in 5 hours to see mummmmmmmmmmmmmm and riiiiiiika.

okies, slaap lekker.

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