It all started in Amsterdam, more than two weeks ago. I landed, went to the tourism office to pick up my transit and museum pass, and went to my hotel. It was easy to find, in spite of what a bunch of whiners on TripAdviser had said. Mind you if I’d arrived after business hours I might have found it a little trickier. In any case, I dropped my bags, went to a market to get some water and snacks (MUST have snacks in one’s hotel room!) and then passed out for a couple of hours, jet-lagging pretty hardcore. I woke up and had a snack, had a shower, double-checked my transit instructions, and went off to see Radiohead.
I got there for the second song, it was immensely crowded, and the Dutch are very very tall people. I have no idea what the stage looked like, or what the venue looked like, really. I found myself surrounded by tall people, who were smoking tons of cigarettes, drinking beer, and (and this is the only one that really gets to me) talking. Talking a lot. About anything and everything, at full volume, and I said to myself, that’s what you get for arriving so late, you’re in the back with the people who don’t really give a damn about the concert. So I didn’t stay for the encored, since I couldn’t see anything anyway, and I could feel the jetlag wall approaching at high speed. I was also very afraid to miss my last tram back to my hotel, and be dopy and jetlagging and trying to find a cab. Didn’t seem like a good plan. But I could hear the 1st encore as I walked back to the bus stop, and it was sweet.
The following days, I went to a couple of museums, walked around, etc., and some of it’s documented in previous posts. Here are some of the pictures I took: I love the architecture there!
gargoyle
Rijksmuseum
pardon?
houses
