An old Tall Ship, Amsterdam, NL
Friday and Saturday were good days, a bit quieter than Thursday had been. The city had been cleaned up over night, citizens headed back to work, those who came to town by train had returned home just as quickly. The inside joke about the train ticket had become clear... it was Queen's Day. The rail was free.
I spent the day walking around getting a feel for the city. I found a science musem in the city center, built like a ship with one end emerged in water, the other end up in the air. From the top of that museum was an awesome view of Amsterdam
. This probly was the biggest impression I came away with.
Later that evening I set out to find a club to hang out in, see how the locals lived in normalcy.
View of Amsterdam from atop the Science Museum, Amsterdam, NL
Cleaned up, my best linen shirt, I headed out to find... something. I wandered about a bit then headed along the Amstel, the big canal leading through town, or around, or up and down, or somewhere. And I walked. And walked until things began thinning out and it occurred to me I must be headed in the wrong direction. Since I enjoy exploring cities, I just headed back through some alternate route. Getting late, I figured out how to get back to the hotel and was ready to head in when I heard this rythymical thing going on. Turning for a better perception, right across from my hotel was the place I was looking for. Paying the cover and stepping in, I danced until 4 a.m.
I took it easy on Saturday, anticipating meeting up with the bike ride on Sunday.