Antwerp

The train station is massive. Very cold feeling and sparse, very
awesome. We just picked up some sour candy and a couple of large
Jupiler beers. Yes beers in a candy store!!!!

Ohh did I say that we’re travelling 1st class? The train has leather
seats, spotless, quiet, with ample room. Its warm and sunny, just
cracked the beer. We’re off to Berugge in style. A 30 minute hop
through the Belgian countryside.

Waffles with strawberries for lunch.

More Amsterdam.

Amsterdam has been a crazy and wild ride. Drinking bottles of wine
before 10am, eating smoked eel, herring buns and other breakfast
specialties. Delicious. The tulip tour was a major disappointment,
very touristy and not nearly as spectacular as Butchart Gardens. So
much to see and do here, impossible to sleep, brain wants to be
awake. In bed passed out by 3am, out of the shower with a couple of
beers in hand by 7am. Red light distinct is surreal, not what I
expected. Very, very hot girls, none look a day over 20. James treated
Russ and I to the red light live sex show. What a fucking show!!!!
Unforgettable for sure. Left Marcie for a couple of hours yesterday and
rented a bike. This place is all about the bicycle. For every car on
the road there are a hundred well dressed people talking on their cell
phones and navigating their cruiser bikes through the narrow winding
roads. A perfectly flowing, yet chaotic dance of traffic. No one wears
a helmet, everything just works. Amazing. I strapped a bottle of red
and pedaled way off the beaten path, away from the tourists. For
hours, no amount of effort was able to remove the meter wide smile off
my face, I think my face hurt from grinning.

Cycling through Amsterdam on my 10euro rented cruiser is the highlight so far.

Well, maybe not. The canal tour, on a 12th century
boat. This would be the ultimate case of the “words can’t describe”.

I’m typing this on my phone, its been indispensable for taking
pictures and keeping in touch. Just left Amsterdam, we have barely
started our trip and I’m already sad to leave Holland and our friends.
On a train, just validated our rail passes, off to Antwerp, Beruge
then to Brussels. All in one day.

Wine tastes good on a train.

Amsterdam

After a clubnight in Vancouver and a gruelling 9 hour flight in a
squishy A-340 we have finally arrived. Actually this is day two. The
last 48 hours is a smokey, drunken mess. Met up with James and the
rest of the crew and hit up a MASSIVE nightclub on the 11th floor on
an old, run down building. An unforgettable elevator ride up later I
was surrounded by the most beautiful people going off to the biggest
sound system ever experienced. We were literally on top of the fucking
world. After roaming the streets till noon we finally checked into
our hostel and were able to sleep. Approximatly 870 unforgettable
things were seen and done in between, no time to type. I am typing this from my phone.
Downstairs at the Pig Pub right now. Everyone, everyone smokes and
drinks and has a huge smile on their faces. Did I mention everone looks
like a supermodel?

More Easter Pictures.

Stormy view from the bedroom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rainforest trail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Delicious polenta fries from SOBO in Tofino.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Broken power.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

24 Hour Vacation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had to do some work in Nanaimo/Comox and decided to drive all the way to a place called Mystic Beach where some of my friends were staying for the weekend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The property was spectacular, 2 residences, a massive rustic cabin and a brand new, beautifully appointed beachfront house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spent a night in the cabin, it was magical.

Bump

My shin has a bump the size of my knee, a tennis incident.

Ducati.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quite possibly the nicest, and the coolest bike I have ever seen. Parked in front of an old folks home??? on Beach Dr.