5 Days In Amsterdam

A ll was still. Around one         the one-hour drive to Amsterdam.   hundred people had settled      The landscape was full of all the  in the rest room for the        quintessential things that make    overnight ferry crossing from         Holland so unique.                 Hull to Holland. It was pitch                                            black and the only sounds were        Windmills were liberally           the faint humming of the engines      scattered throughout the land.     and the odd snorer.                   Wonderful white structures whose                                         arms spun endlessly in the wind.   All the seats had been snapped up     The undramatic flat countryside    so I found myself lying in a          seemed to stretch forever. In      vacant space on the floor with a      fact, over a third of Holland      couple of mates trying to get         lies below sea level.              comfortable. About five minutes                                          had passed and I could feel           The coach dropped us off in the    myself about to drop off.             heart of Amsterdam, deep amongst                                         the network of canals that divide  You could hear a pin drop. Then       this old city into a million       my mate farted. It began as a         different pieces. We found         kind of muffled snort and             ourselves stood outside the        developed into a full crescendo.      central train station debating     The whole process must have taken     our accommodation options. We had  at least five seconds. I              decided beforehand to wait until   struggled for a moment, trying to     our arrival until finding a        contain my laughter. Eventually I     hotel.                             had to leave the room, quickly                                           followed by my two mates.             Just as we were getting anxious,                                         a middle-aged woman approached     After docking in Holland we were      us. She walked with a swagger and  ushered onto a waiting coach for      wore an air of confidence.                                               back in town with all the other    “Are you lads looking for a           tourists, walking round in         room?” she asked in broken            circles trying to get a bearing.   English.                                                                                                       Amsterdam is a truly surreal       “Yes,” we all replied                 place. Legalising cannabis has     simultaneously. We sensed a           certainly raised an eyebrow from   solution to our predicament was       the rest of the world and is       imminent.                             regarded with a certain                                                  fascination. As we sampled the     “I have a bed and breakfast not       local delicacy, one day pretty     far from here, just two stops on      much blended into another like     the underground. Would you like a     some sort of hazy dream. Before    room?”                                we knew it we were back home                                             contemplating a quite bizarre      The hotel was reasonable enough.      vacation.                          A twenty-minute walk and we were       About the Author: Steven Cronin owns the City Breaks website featuring city break special offers from luxury hotels to budget accommodations. For more information please visit http://www.sargas.co.uk Read more articles by: Steven Cronin This article is distributed by: www.iSnare.com