Thirty-six hours later, we finally reached Amsterdam. Schiphol airport looked lovely in the morning. After showing our bleary faces to the immigrant officer, we loaded our three pieces of luggage into a big taxi and headed to the very hip Conscious Hotel Vondelpark hotel, where we will be staying for the night.
Since it was just 8 AM, our rooms were ready yet. So we opened our luggage in the lobby, spilling half of our stuff onto the floor. Finally, after we managed to pack up the luggage and freshen ourselves up, we went out to explore the city.
This time, Amsterdam was just a stopover. We didn’t have many plans, except to eat stroopwafel, meet our cousin and get high at night.
First stop, coffee. We stepped inside a cute little coffee shop run by a Japanese.
Is there a saying about missing a foreign place when you are in another foreign place?
Happy to report that the coffee in Amsterdam was good.
We then walked around the town to find the little bakery that sold stroopwafel that I had with my cousin and her friend five years ago. Stroopwafel and another cuppa later, we continued walking around the city. We stopped for a midday drink at a fancy looking place before joining the free walking tour. We walked along the canal, the red light area and a shopping district. At one of the stops, I bought a shell to add to my jar back home. I also went inside a weed shop trying to get something for Fafa. But I was too afraid that Australian immigration will catch me that I came out empty-handed.
We then had lunch late lunch at the Indonesian restaurant Kanjtil and went back to the hotel to rest.
We picked our cousin and went to Sampoerna, another Indonesian food feast in the evening. Full, cold but very happy we walked around to find the small cafe that sells the best space cake. Once acquired, we shared it between the four of us. Soon after we went back to the hotel and here I am writing this and waiting for the cupcake to take effect.
Unfortunately, I don’t feel anything, just uber tired, which makes sense because I haven’t slept for almost two days and I am on my period. I guess it’s sleep time for me as we are flying to Norway tomorrow morning.
Goedenacht!
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