Woke early and packed. Checked out and headed for the train station. What was supposed to be a 6-hour ride on the ICE from Berlin to Amsterdam, turned into a game of “Find the right train/platform” which pissed me off plenty. Not fun. Not relaxing. Adventure in a “bad” way. Jetlag combined with the language barrier, incorrect directions and Xtina’s insistance on breaking the rules made for a day that was Exactly like a bad day at work, except I didn’t get paid for it.
The ICE (High
Eventually we tricked the world into allowing us to depart at Amsterdam Central and a short walk in the rain to our new home, Fredrics. www.fredrics.nl or something like that. Fredric is a nice guy. A cat sleeps on a pile of papers on his desk, (the same pile he is working on) and his dog snores like a truck downshifting, and the whole house smellls of cat urine.
Our accommodations are fabulous, with a huge bathroom with both tub and shower, french doors leading onto a private patio. We made camp and took a nap.
Woke up at 12:30AM and decided to walk to a section of the city with live music that Fredric had suggested. He pointed out a club that had music nightly till 4:AM. So we wandered there, stopping in a small metal contraption that looked like a phone booth, but smelled like urine because it was a public latrine.
Caught a quick beer in a small pub on the way that was playing some bad 80s music. We continued on and finally found the bar, but it was just closing. We were just in time to see the drunken band members arguing on the street. So we walked back to our room. As far as music scene goes, Minneapolis has Amsterdam beat all to hell.