My future me, (released a year later from writing)
as expected, one cannot keep on writing to keep people posted....way too hard. Anyways, this last month have been more or less boring due to the final exams, presentations, essays and other responsibilities that most of the people seem to hold important. Due to these tasks the time has somehow seemed to go a little slower, giving the sucky ass weather that doomed entire Central Europe in floods... though if you're too lazy to even drag your pretty bottom to the city center, you will miss the big news.
Despite the grey and depressing times in Prague, there is a memorable and definitely one of the best trips that was made to dam-dam-Amsterdam! Having our usual moment of spontanousity in the famous 250 room, where boys live (Germany, Chile, Mexico and Ukraine), we decided to take the flight to Rotterdam the very next morning in less that 12 hours, and there we were, standing on the lands of Netherlands. To achieve full normality is though impossible when our Salzburg-gang (me, Mexico and Chile) is on the move. On the airport the customs stopped Mexico because he didnt really have a visa. At all. But seeing the dutch hospitality, they let us all in the country, so hurray to our luck!
Reaching Amsterdam was easy with the train, finding our christian hostel in the red light district was fairly easy too. They had prayers every day at 7.30 pm and 11.30 pm, cool people, but according to our thinking we could've changed the concept of the hostel pretty easily.... :). The next day on Monday our Chinese child joined us in the hostel, and the next day the big Larry. So there were five of us from Prague, two Italians and a Mexican who felt the delight of our company. With this group, sometimes together sometimes not, we went off to have an Amsterdamian adventure.
The city itself seems like full of little things: coffeeshops, restaurants and sex-related shops in the very center, arts spread around on the edge of the center. Although we got lost due to different factors every single time we went anywhere, the city seems also very small from the tourist's point of view at least. We managed to get everywhere by walking, one unsuccesfully successfull bike-trip was fun but short. So the first impressions of Dam are: very international and artistic city. Seeing where our European painters got their inspiration from....well, I think it's just fantastic.
