I was right to be nervous, and am merely thankful I'd left myself plenty of time. The lines for check-in were longer than anything I'd ever seen before - a column of people, 10 wide, streched back, snaking its way through the departures building, and then out again. I kept walking to the end of this terminally long line, fully expecting to still be in Schipol in the same line the next morning. I was actually pretty amazed at how quickly the line moved - bless Dutch efficiency.
Anyway, enough about the journey home, back to 36 hours in the A-Dam:
I arrived to scenes of devastation after the Orange Party. Of course, the garbage workers were also on strike. I don't honestly blame them.
Drum kits for lights in our hotel room! Sheer joy.
Pretty flowers.
The Buff and the Hin the Dam, by a canal.
The Dutch do some great cheese.
And ... rice ... apparently. You know me, I always dig an outdoor market. Eburger really hasn't caught on. Could it be the weather?
Canal dreaming.
Oooh, doesn't get much sexier than that. At the Erotica museum.
Penii Chair. How many penii can you see?
Ooh, Buff, you owe me big time for not putting this one on Facebook. Remember that when you encounter many unpleasant shots of yours truly! Out to dinner, after a looooong day.
Verrrrry looooong day, kicking off at 4am and ending just after 12 midnight. There may have been a vom, I'm not saying there wasn't.
Buff and H feeling the strain of the Dam.
So that's it really, more to see on facebook in the next little while, I didn't want to use the same shots for both - so check them both out.
Great times!
Love Mezzle
2 comments:
The one of heather with her head in on the 'sexy times' model....too funny, had to look twice at that, thought there may have been an awakening in the Dam.
looks like sooooo much fun people! Jealous to the m-a-x!
at hte erotic museum?!?
nonon. that was just me dressed up for a night out :)
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