Thirty-six hours later, we finally reached Amsterdam. Schiphol Airport looked lovely in the morning. After showing our bleary faces to the immigrant officer, we loaded our three pieces of luggage into a big taxi and headed to the very hip Conscious Hotel Vondelpark, where we will be staying for the night.
Since it was just 8 AM, our rooms were not ready yet. So we opened our luggage in the lobby, spilling half of our stuff onto the floor. Finally, after we packed our luggage and freshened up, we went out to explore the city.
This time, Amsterdam was just a stopover. We didn’t have many plans, except to eat stroopwafel, meet our cousin and get high at night.
First stop, coffee. We stepped inside a cute little coffee shop run by a Japanese person.
Is there a saying about missing a foreign place when you are in another foreign place?
Happy to report that the coffee in Amsterdam was good.
We then walked around town to find the little bakery that sold stroopwafels, which I had with my cousin and her friend five years ago. Stroopwafel and another cuppa later, we continued walking around the city. We stopped for a midday drink at a fancy-looking place before joining the free walking tour. We walked along the canal, through the red-light district, and into a shopping district. At one of the stops, I bought a shell to add to my jar back home. I also went inside a weed shop trying to get something for Fafa. But I was too afraid that Australian immigration would catch me, so I came out empty-handed.
We then had a late lunch at the Indonesian restaurant Kanjtil and went back to the hotel to rest.
We picked our cousin and went to Sampurna, another Indonesian food feast, in the evening. Full, cold, but very happy, we walked around to find the small cafe that sells the best space cake. Once acquired, we shared it among the four of us. Soon after, we went back to the hotel, and here I am writing this and waiting for the cupcake to take effect.
Unfortunately, I don’t feel anything, just uber tired, which makes sense because I haven’t slept for almost two days, and I am on my period. I guess it’s time for me to sleep, as we are flying to Norway tomorrow morning.
Goedenacht!
🌷━ KK
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