Amsterdam

I return to the land where everyone is tall, and rides a bicycle. Amsterdam sounds like no other city in the world: the entire city clatters. Trams kling with hammers against their wheels to get pedestrians out of the way, at the same time also giving of metallic sounds of the wheels scraping along the track. Bicycles also ring bells demanding attention. Every time one hits a bump you here the frame or the chain guard hit. But most of all Amsterdam is over whelmed with the sound of peddles and bike chains. How is it possible to have so many bikes! Every thing that you can imagine chaining a bike to has at least three of them fixed to it, every thing that is except the junkies who are out to steal them.

This was my second trip to Amsterdam, but a new experience. I did not return to Heineken Museum, not that I did not want to, but pushed aside to the things I did not do last time. And, no, that was not a hooker in the red light district, but to go Van Gogh Museum (a personal favorite) and Reichs Museum. I also got to visit many friends who live in the area; Chang Lang, Willem, Vincent, Mira, and Juliana.

GPoD: Is this a staircase or a ladder? - Ist diese ein Treppenflur oder ein Leite?

PS Dutch is not that hard when you speak English and German, if you can just get over CH( make sound by trying to loosen the deepest piece of flem in your throat).

Gossip from Amsterdam:

Chang dumped her fiancé
Willem has nothing nice to say about Latitia.