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Birthday adventures in Amsterdam
Part 8:
Let’s get this straight: Sterling Airlines DID go out of business, right? Right.
Three more days in Amsterdam. Three more days with Bong…
***Disclaimer***
Here is a taste of what some have been waiting for…If you can’t handle this…skip it and start at the next ***
The following is rated R
You have been warned…
Did I mention I am an early riser? I think I did. If not, well, I am an early riser. In my life I have not met many other early risers such as myself. Being *awakened* by neck kisses and whispers is a new sensation. There IS no better way to be awakened...at least not many more… Soon the tender kisses become more feverish as we break into a mad case of the Romans and the Russians….lol…remember that?? “Roamin’ hands and rushin’ fingers�… All the while we have to be quiet. DonnyG is only about 3 feet away. Keep the blankets on too…I almost don’t even care. Almost. DonnyG is waking up. Just like two sneaky teenagers we pretend to be asleep. DonnyG gets up and goes to the bathroom for a shower. Back to business. It is really the first time we have seen each other without the layers and layers of warm clothing we have been wearing for the past week. Both of us are above average—way above average, in fact—in places where it is desirable to be above average…nudgenudgewinkwink… I could go on and on, but…
…There are coffeeshops to visit, and weed, hash and terminator to be smoked…
C’mon…that’s all you get…the rest is for me to know and you to fantasize about...
***Start here if you can’t handle it…
We all get ready to begin the day. All the NASA gear is stowed in bags, bodies are bundled and all the smokeables are accounted for. Breakfast is eaten at a bagel store…a nice one too. (Too bad I don’t remember the name of it…) I order a toasted bagel with cream cheese. When the bagel is given to me, I am grossed out by the baseball-sized blob of cream cheese globbed on top (eww….WAY too much….seriously enough for at least 3 bagels). DonnyG impresses the entire place by ordering and eating TWO bagel sandwiches. Workin’ up quite an appetite, I suppose…We make plans to go to Haarlem for the day. Yay! I am excited! I have never been there! After changing my US-dollars-once-saved-for-Danish-Krone into Euros, we were ready to have some fun. Once we get on the train, Bong realizes that Zandvoort is just up the line. DonnyG wants to see the North Sea…so do I! So it is.
The train pulls up to the station…end of the line. Tom-Tom has already been pre-programmed with nearly every coffeeshop imaginable. Bong leads the way to our first stop: Coffeeshop La Paz. As we walk through the brick streets I notice that there are not that many people around. It is nearly deserted. I think there’d be more activity on a Saturday… Suddenly we hear bells, church bells, I imagine. It is not like the church bells where I live. These bells are not just ringing, they are actually playing…an entire song…for what seems like 5 full minutes, at least! It is surreal. Zandvoort has theme music. Cool. ;) This place is awesome!
We arrive at Coffeeshop La Paz. The décor inside reminds me of a swanky little night club…like something Ricky Ricardo would own… The red and green lights are low inside and there are no windows, so it seems like night. I think the carpet is also red…or maybe I just made that up…The walls have painted scenery depicting a seaside village in Mexico (?) and there are big plants everywhere…or else they were just painted on the walls and I was too stoned to realize the difference…There is the bar area on one side of an open wall and a lounge area on the other side. In the middle of the lounge area is a pool table. There are overstuffed couches and chairs (again I am remembering the color red..) surrounding their own coffee tables, like several mini living rooms. Some of the couch areas are adorned with tiki umbrellas. This really gives the feel of being outside on a beach. (La Paz!) Everything is nice too…not like thrift-store furniture. A flat panel TV is playing Japanese soft porn…(at least that’s what it looks like to me…). Drinks are purchased and smoking begins as the usual conversation melts the mind and we explode in peals of laughter. Terminated. As the Japanese soft-porn star continues along with her plight and a couple of cute local girls play pool, we finish our drinks, gather our smoke and then head out for Coffee Shop Yanks.
Wow! This place is huge! Three levels, including the bathrooms downstairs. Through the windows of the red (!) brick building I can see is teepees. Teepees!!! (Their logo IS a Native American warrior…) The inside is like a museum filled with Native American décor. (So is my bedroom, so I love this!) Those teepees spied from outside? There are tables and chairs nestled inside them! Cool… We look at the menu and Bong gets some hasj for us. (Luv that spelling…) Smoking is on the top floor so we get drinks and climb the stairs. Once upstairs, the Native American theme continues. There are also two pool tables here. Lots of tables too; this place could hold TONS of people. We choose our spot and commence the smoke out. Some people arrive and play pool. Eventually both pool tables are being used. The table closest to us is being used by two guys right from the Village People. The leather-clad, chaps-wearin’ biker from the Village People, to be specific. One of them is checking out our own DonnyG. I choose not to tell DonnyG and just enjoy the show. My bad. (I can see why islandgurl was so amused earlier…) Anyways…the view from up here is fabulous. I love the rooftops. I have read that this place is great during warm weather as you can sit outside on the patio at umbrella-covered tables. It is also really close to the beach, which, conveniently, is our next destination.
Now I know where all the people are. It is not crowded by any stretch of the imagination, but it is busy. We walk straight to the water. There is a huge lookout area with a view of the entire beach. DonnyG wants to go to the water. Bong and I stand on the stairs and let him walk down. Off he goes…when he reaches the water, he bends down, puts his hands in the water and wets his face. Then, in true DonnyG fashion, he decides to dry his hands with sand. It doesn’t work too well. He comes back with his hands covered in sand, wondering what just happened. Lol… Terminated.
Then, as if the universe didn’t want us to forget our romance, we are privy to a gorgeous sunset. Sunsets and Bong. I swear I’m not making this stuff up! OMG. Zandvoort is so beautiful, a quaint little European seaside village. The photographer in me is having a field day.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/luvtickams ... 019587503/
Since we haven’t been to Haarlem yet, we head to the train station for our next stop. We get situated on the train and the ride begins. The conductor comes in to get our tickets. Remember how I said we were originally going to Haarlem? Our tickets were for Haarlem. We are in Zandvoort. When he looks at them, he gets so pissed at us. He starts questioning DonnyG, who has no idea what’s happening. The conductor tells us he is going to charge us 105 Euros….35 for each of us. He is almost yelling and the little vein some people have on their forehead is pulsating like a scene from the movie Scanners. I am squirming in my seat from nerves, DonnyG doesn’t know what to do, and Bong is just sitting casually in his seat watching it all unfold. He tells the conductor we missed our stop and, besides, we don’t have that kind of money. The vein-popping conductor takes our tickets, tears them up in front of us and throws them in the garbage can between our seats. He tells us we’d better get off in Haarlem, or else….then he leaves. (I realize we were wrong…but it was still kinda funny…in a nerve-wracking kind of way.) When the train stops in Haarlem, we exit the car and beeline for Willie Wortels Sativa.
This place is different than other places I’ve been to. There is a turnstyle to get inside the seating area. (Actually, I think there was one at Yanks, too…??) It seems like there are lots of young kids here. I’m sure they are all 18…or whatever the youngest legal age is…they sure LOOK young…the place has a strange vibe…not quite as laid-back and relaxing as the other places. Maybe it is the buzzkill given to me by that conductor. We don’t stay long. Hunger is beginning to set in and there is this pizza place in Amsterdam screaming our names…
Our long day is coming to a close as many of the other ones have, at Basjoe. After a smoke, or two, or three, or…who am I kidding?...I now want something sweeeeeet. DonnyG wants to stay at Basjoe, so Bong and I go to the pastry shop and pick up our deadly weapon of choice: I get a cream puff, he gets a cinnamon roll and I get DonnyG a chocolate-dipped waffle with strawberries and whipped cream. (Much better to eat vicariously through him…). After we eat and our insulin is through the roof, the walk to the hotel is a welcome activity. The cold? Not so much… But I know it will soon be warm. Indeed.
Let’s get this straight: Sterling Airlines DID go out of business, right? Right.
Three more days in Amsterdam. Three more days with Bong…
***Disclaimer***
Here is a taste of what some have been waiting for…If you can’t handle this…skip it and start at the next ***
The following is rated R
You have been warned…
Did I mention I am an early riser? I think I did. If not, well, I am an early riser. In my life I have not met many other early risers such as myself. Being *awakened* by neck kisses and whispers is a new sensation. There IS no better way to be awakened...at least not many more… Soon the tender kisses become more feverish as we break into a mad case of the Romans and the Russians….lol…remember that?? “Roamin’ hands and rushin’ fingers�… All the while we have to be quiet. DonnyG is only about 3 feet away. Keep the blankets on too…I almost don’t even care. Almost. DonnyG is waking up. Just like two sneaky teenagers we pretend to be asleep. DonnyG gets up and goes to the bathroom for a shower. Back to business. It is really the first time we have seen each other without the layers and layers of warm clothing we have been wearing for the past week. Both of us are above average—way above average, in fact—in places where it is desirable to be above average…nudgenudgewinkwink… I could go on and on, but…
…There are coffeeshops to visit, and weed, hash and terminator to be smoked…
C’mon…that’s all you get…the rest is for me to know and you to fantasize about...
***Start here if you can’t handle it…
We all get ready to begin the day. All the NASA gear is stowed in bags, bodies are bundled and all the smokeables are accounted for. Breakfast is eaten at a bagel store…a nice one too. (Too bad I don’t remember the name of it…) I order a toasted bagel with cream cheese. When the bagel is given to me, I am grossed out by the baseball-sized blob of cream cheese globbed on top (eww….WAY too much….seriously enough for at least 3 bagels). DonnyG impresses the entire place by ordering and eating TWO bagel sandwiches. Workin’ up quite an appetite, I suppose…We make plans to go to Haarlem for the day. Yay! I am excited! I have never been there! After changing my US-dollars-once-saved-for-Danish-Krone into Euros, we were ready to have some fun. Once we get on the train, Bong realizes that Zandvoort is just up the line. DonnyG wants to see the North Sea…so do I! So it is.
The train pulls up to the station…end of the line. Tom-Tom has already been pre-programmed with nearly every coffeeshop imaginable. Bong leads the way to our first stop: Coffeeshop La Paz. As we walk through the brick streets I notice that there are not that many people around. It is nearly deserted. I think there’d be more activity on a Saturday… Suddenly we hear bells, church bells, I imagine. It is not like the church bells where I live. These bells are not just ringing, they are actually playing…an entire song…for what seems like 5 full minutes, at least! It is surreal. Zandvoort has theme music. Cool. ;) This place is awesome!
We arrive at Coffeeshop La Paz. The décor inside reminds me of a swanky little night club…like something Ricky Ricardo would own… The red and green lights are low inside and there are no windows, so it seems like night. I think the carpet is also red…or maybe I just made that up…The walls have painted scenery depicting a seaside village in Mexico (?) and there are big plants everywhere…or else they were just painted on the walls and I was too stoned to realize the difference…There is the bar area on one side of an open wall and a lounge area on the other side. In the middle of the lounge area is a pool table. There are overstuffed couches and chairs (again I am remembering the color red..) surrounding their own coffee tables, like several mini living rooms. Some of the couch areas are adorned with tiki umbrellas. This really gives the feel of being outside on a beach. (La Paz!) Everything is nice too…not like thrift-store furniture. A flat panel TV is playing Japanese soft porn…(at least that’s what it looks like to me…). Drinks are purchased and smoking begins as the usual conversation melts the mind and we explode in peals of laughter. Terminated. As the Japanese soft-porn star continues along with her plight and a couple of cute local girls play pool, we finish our drinks, gather our smoke and then head out for Coffee Shop Yanks.
Wow! This place is huge! Three levels, including the bathrooms downstairs. Through the windows of the red (!) brick building I can see is teepees. Teepees!!! (Their logo IS a Native American warrior…) The inside is like a museum filled with Native American décor. (So is my bedroom, so I love this!) Those teepees spied from outside? There are tables and chairs nestled inside them! Cool… We look at the menu and Bong gets some hasj for us. (Luv that spelling…) Smoking is on the top floor so we get drinks and climb the stairs. Once upstairs, the Native American theme continues. There are also two pool tables here. Lots of tables too; this place could hold TONS of people. We choose our spot and commence the smoke out. Some people arrive and play pool. Eventually both pool tables are being used. The table closest to us is being used by two guys right from the Village People. The leather-clad, chaps-wearin’ biker from the Village People, to be specific. One of them is checking out our own DonnyG. I choose not to tell DonnyG and just enjoy the show. My bad. (I can see why islandgurl was so amused earlier…) Anyways…the view from up here is fabulous. I love the rooftops. I have read that this place is great during warm weather as you can sit outside on the patio at umbrella-covered tables. It is also really close to the beach, which, conveniently, is our next destination.
Now I know where all the people are. It is not crowded by any stretch of the imagination, but it is busy. We walk straight to the water. There is a huge lookout area with a view of the entire beach. DonnyG wants to go to the water. Bong and I stand on the stairs and let him walk down. Off he goes…when he reaches the water, he bends down, puts his hands in the water and wets his face. Then, in true DonnyG fashion, he decides to dry his hands with sand. It doesn’t work too well. He comes back with his hands covered in sand, wondering what just happened. Lol… Terminated.
Then, as if the universe didn’t want us to forget our romance, we are privy to a gorgeous sunset. Sunsets and Bong. I swear I’m not making this stuff up! OMG. Zandvoort is so beautiful, a quaint little European seaside village. The photographer in me is having a field day.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/luvtickams ... 019587503/
Since we haven’t been to Haarlem yet, we head to the train station for our next stop. We get situated on the train and the ride begins. The conductor comes in to get our tickets. Remember how I said we were originally going to Haarlem? Our tickets were for Haarlem. We are in Zandvoort. When he looks at them, he gets so pissed at us. He starts questioning DonnyG, who has no idea what’s happening. The conductor tells us he is going to charge us 105 Euros….35 for each of us. He is almost yelling and the little vein some people have on their forehead is pulsating like a scene from the movie Scanners. I am squirming in my seat from nerves, DonnyG doesn’t know what to do, and Bong is just sitting casually in his seat watching it all unfold. He tells the conductor we missed our stop and, besides, we don’t have that kind of money. The vein-popping conductor takes our tickets, tears them up in front of us and throws them in the garbage can between our seats. He tells us we’d better get off in Haarlem, or else….then he leaves. (I realize we were wrong…but it was still kinda funny…in a nerve-wracking kind of way.) When the train stops in Haarlem, we exit the car and beeline for Willie Wortels Sativa.
This place is different than other places I’ve been to. There is a turnstyle to get inside the seating area. (Actually, I think there was one at Yanks, too…??) It seems like there are lots of young kids here. I’m sure they are all 18…or whatever the youngest legal age is…they sure LOOK young…the place has a strange vibe…not quite as laid-back and relaxing as the other places. Maybe it is the buzzkill given to me by that conductor. We don’t stay long. Hunger is beginning to set in and there is this pizza place in Amsterdam screaming our names…
Our long day is coming to a close as many of the other ones have, at Basjoe. After a smoke, or two, or three, or…who am I kidding?...I now want something sweeeeeet. DonnyG wants to stay at Basjoe, so Bong and I go to the pastry shop and pick up our deadly weapon of choice: I get a cream puff, he gets a cinnamon roll and I get DonnyG a chocolate-dipped waffle with strawberries and whipped cream. (Much better to eat vicariously through him…). After we eat and our insulin is through the roof, the walk to the hotel is a welcome activity. The cold? Not so much… But I know it will soon be warm. Indeed.
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Wow.
I just read this and I'd like to complement your writing skills. You express yourself in a way that makes for compelling reading. Great descriptions of you adventures and places that you visited. And, I am glad that you & BONG met. It's not often that things work out like that and to not live them to the fullest would be foolish. Kismet and all that, I guess.
Anyway, I bet this is a trip that you both will never forget besides all the other cool stuff you did, especially avoiding the puke. :-)
Thanks for sharing.
I just read this and I'd like to complement your writing skills. You express yourself in a way that makes for compelling reading. Great descriptions of you adventures and places that you visited. And, I am glad that you & BONG met. It's not often that things work out like that and to not live them to the fullest would be foolish. Kismet and all that, I guess.
Anyway, I bet this is a trip that you both will never forget besides all the other cool stuff you did, especially avoiding the puke. :-)
Thanks for sharing.
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Wow...I didn't realize this was still being read...The last installments will be soon. I got a new job and I've been in lots of training. Thanks for the props, blueberry, jerkypete, IG and all the rest... For your viewing pleasure:
** http://www.flickr.com/photos/luvtickams/sets/
There will also be more photos posted soon...that is only a smattering of 'em...
Peace, LUV and all that goes with it...
**New link above...easier to navigate, I think
** http://www.flickr.com/photos/luvtickams/sets/
There will also be more photos posted soon...that is only a smattering of 'em...
Peace, LUV and all that goes with it...
**New link above...easier to navigate, I think
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luvtick wrote:The table closest to us is being used by two guys right from the Village People. The leather-clad, chaps-wearin’ biker from the Village People, to be specific. One of them is checking out our own DonnyG. I choose not to tell DonnyG and just enjoy the show. My bad. (I can see why islandgurl was so amused earlier…)
DonnyG wants to go to the water. Bong and I stand on the stairs and let him walk down. Off he goes…when he reaches the water, he bends down, puts his hands in the water and wets his face. Then, in true DonnyG fashion, he decides to dry his hands with sand. It doesn’t work too well. He comes back with his hands covered in sand, wondering what just happened
LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great writing, gf, I felt like I was right there with you and I definitely know how much fun it is with Village People wannabe's. I'm surprised they weren't after Bong again, but maybe he got the GIRL to kiss him this time lolol Donny G cracks my (_[_) up "tried to dry his hands in the sand" sounds like something my kids did at 2. Poor Donny... nice, harmless kind a guy and lmao at the visual.
Great way to start out my St Paddy's Day marnin' - MORE MORE MORE ;-)
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