Unlike Canada, you see very few little dogs. Those annoying genetic abnormalities that struggling to be trendy people drag around town. The odd thing is that you see alot of poop. There are no poop-scoop laws in this town. No big deal, but you see signs like this all over the place, painted on sidewalks and stickers plastered in alleyways.
I blame night time, ruthless, free roaming cat-gangs.
To the untrained eye this may not look like much but we ended up ditching Eric Prydz at club Illusion and had ourselves a bus stop Hobo Party. Picked up a case of beer, some wine, the iPod speakers and hung out on the side of the road till the morning. Ended up meeting up with some friends from Atlanta, one of the dudes drives a Jeep, loves cars, rides a motrorcycle and has an iPod full of electronic music….what a loser. Great night to say the least.
Switching hotels this morning was a unique adventure, the room we had the key for was occupied by some chick. Some type of error. With another stroke of luck we got a free upgrade to a two bedroom suite on the top floor of the hotel. Couldnt believe it. The place is huge, even has air conditioning. Were living the five star lifestyle, backpacking. Crazy.
A staple around here. The mayo has a slight lemony flavor, the fries hot and very crispy. Bon apetit.
Ive been hooked on Vietnamese soup lately. No clue why. Its just around the corner from our hotel. We just scored a crazy deal, negotiated for another three nights in Brussels. Found a hotel, just down the street from our current one. We got ourselves a one bedroom place with a kitchen and a living room…..on the top floor with a cool view. This place has just been completely rebuilt, the hotel dude told us that we are the 1st people to stay there. Superscore.
Polish grocery store two blocks away, cooking dinner tomorrow. Can things get any better?
Ohhh and Resourceful-Marcie just hooked up an apartment, downtown Paris for next week. A full-on deluxe apartment with all the amenities, including a balcony. DOWNTOWN PARIS………
Freakkin backwards bullshit.
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Most places serve a nice breakfast. I ran down to the lobby and built this out of prosciutto and about 4 different cheeses.
This whole area needs to bee seen in person. The new European Union HQ is quite possibly some of the most stunning modern architecture I have ever seen.
Other than that its identical to its North American counterpart. I have yet to see an automatic transmission on any car.
Bulldogs coffee shop downtown Amsterdam. No booze, just coffee and joints.
Roamed around for a few hours. Had some Knorr soup and the obligatory pint. Not very lively here, very pretty and mystical. Feet have blisters. Weather is almost too perfect, sunny, hot but breezy. Haven’t seen rain since Victoria. I actually have a semi-tan, more red. Sitting right now on the top floor of the 1st class double decker train. The countryside is spectacular, pretty farms, very green, brick and stone villas. Will be in Brussels in about an hour. Smoking light Marlboros, light means good around here. Everything is great around here, so relaxed and chill.
Euro McTruck. I actually bought a cheeseburger there just to see if it tastes different, it doesnt….same delicious, and complex flavours.
You can find these cusions all over the park. Sit, drink, smoke reefer.
Climbed to the top and tried on some wooden shoes.
These things are everywhere, saw the 2 Liter diesel model in Brussels.
I will work on an Eurocar blog entry, some really neat stuff here. I must have taken more than 80 car pictures.
This contraption is made so service both sexes. Smelly, very smelly.
We never made it in, huge lineup. Went to the Van Gogh museum instead.
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.
…..and ordered a couple of train-beers.
Spending loads of money, doesnt matter.
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.
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?
It looks a bit like a sausage.
Benson the dog.
Whale watching in Tofino.
Guard dog at the Salt Spring Cheese Factory
Just saw this bad boy in James Bay, looks 100x cooler in person.
Stormy view from the bedroom.
Delicious polenta fries from SOBO in Tofino.