Ah, waking up in a friendly household with no smelly backpackers! Check out this yummy breakfast spread: strawberries, soy yogurt drink, apple juice, soy yogurt, and Cheezly on fresh bread! Oh, and don't forget the coffee! Oh man, I love a European breakfast.
Anne all spiffed up and ready to go to work! He works for Dutch Rail at the Den Haag airport station. That sweet-ass tie is actually part of his uniform! It's what he calls "anti-aggression," meaning it's clip on, so it just comes off if some crazy tries to grab you by your tie.
Sadly, Holland tends to close up and hibernate after 6pm and on weekends (and usually Mondays, too). Out of respect for The Lord, they yank the soft-core porn from TV in favor of religious programming. I searched online for things to do in Holland on a Sunday, and found that there is a market in Rotterdam. So Anjani and I set out! Here's the station where we caught the train:
Double-decker trains!
Oh, I love Holland. Look at the train station's "parking lot!"
OK, this didn't turn out quite as well as I'd hoped, but from the train you see a number of small allotments with teeny one-room cabins- the cabins can often be quite creative and unique, too! I saw these outside of Frankfurt, as well. I guess it's where people come on the weekends to chill out, tend their little vegetable patch, and barbeque out of their little cabin. Awesome!
Anjani says that in the winter, when the canals freeze, there is a cross-country skating event from south to north.
A million years later (actually, 18 whole minutes), we were in Rotterdam! Damn, this country is small. Rotterdam was bombed to smithereens during WWII, and instead of rebuilding in ugly concrete blocks, Rotterdam became a canvas for bold, modern architecture. Today it is arguably one of the architectural capitals of Europe.
Orange juice!
I love this one- it looks like something out of A Clockwork Orange.
Surrounded by piss-yellow glass, I'm not sure if this building is amazing or horrifying.
Binnenrotte, the site of the Sunday market.
A stall selling only trims and ribbons.
Excuse me?! In Dutch, "te hoor" means "for rent." But apparently non-native speakers can all too easily say "whore" instead of "rent." When Anne says the two words, they are indistinguishable to me.
Oh, just playing some chess in the library.
This man is a churro-making machine! And yes, they have churros in The Netherlands. Weird.
Anjani with her churros!
We saw this amazing shop selling goods made entirely from discarded materials. Check out this birch-bark vest!
Necklaces made from bicycle innertubes. I'm sad they were closed today, I'd love to poke around.
Flaf!!!
Way to go, Holland. Way. To. Go.
"Ho, Ho, Ho!!! Now which one of you boys and girls wanted the gigantic butt plug?"
The Dutch claim to hate America. Yeah, right. Check out this Deliverance-style shack on top of this Uncle Sam explosion! All it's missing is a toothless banjo player.
My expensive indulgence of the day: a ghost keychain that makes a "wooooo!" noise and lights up. What can I say, it makes me laugh.
Amsterdam tomorrow! Including the sex museum, the torture museum, the weed museum, some tiny houses, and some hoors! Not to mention those fat doobs, bro! Jah, mon! Purple haze! Other marijuana jokes!
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