This is the 25th of a
series of posts recalling my trip to Europe,
using e-mails sent at the time. Unlike
later trips, I didn’t e-mail people everyday.
Trip reports are largely as I wrote them at the time with two
exceptions: I was usually pretty rushed due to Internet fees in Europe, so I’ve cleaned up my e-mails to make them more
coherent, which wasn’t a priority at the time.
Also, in some blog posts I’ll add additional thoughts with the hindsight
of nine years later or to add further clarification. I’ll use “NOW” in such cases.
This 25th
report covers the rest of my third day in Amsterdam.
Went
on a day trip (okay, so it was only three hours or so; it went smoothly
nevertheless) to a commercial village called Zaanse Schans. There I saw
windmills (I was understandably determined to fit windmills into a trip to the Netherlands
somewhere, and even spent E2 to go in one, a dye windmill), as well as:
* a
cheese cottage, which offers free samples; cheese was actually quite good and
would have bought some, but its a bit pricey and I wasn't sure what the Canada
Customs’ rules on cheese are;
* a
wooden shoes workshop; again considered buying; however, some were too pricey
though okay looking, others were okay priced but would look weird to wear in Victoria;
* (my
favourite) a clock museum; real nice antiques, a good argument against mass
production; the curator there is very proud of his collection, so if you praise
a clock, he will show you extra things some of the clocks can do; this little
extra bit of personal touch was what made that museum a particularly fun
experience. He mentioned his photo
policy: any pictures for personal use, none for commercial use; I have no
problem with this as I'm not trying to make money at his expense.
I
returned to Amsterdam and went in search of something I noted on my map; a bit
of a challenge because I had misplaced my Amsterdam guide (this time I found it
later) and even now I'm not sure what I had noted down. Still got some nice photos of parks, etc.,
and made friends with a golden retriever, which of course is one of the
friendlier breeds of dogs.
Afterwards,
having largely exhausted my interested in R/X rated bizarre museums (I'm not
really curious about the marijuana museum because it sounds a lot like propaganda
aimed at Americans), I decided to tackle a bizarre G-rated museum: a glasses
museum. Only two floors and hard to tell
about at first, but if you're patient and wait a few moments for your eyes to
get used to a variety of small objects, the variety of different eyeglasses
becomes quite interesting. Still pricey
for what you get, but undeniably a unique collection.
[NOW:
This actual name for this museum is Brilmuseum.]
I reserved
a room in Brussels. Went for another YHI place at the last minute
(thankfully with smaller dorms) because it was really cheap, and I want to be
able to splurge on bizarre museums, etc. and still not withdraw any more money
before leaving Europe (I should have enough pounds from before to cover a half
day in London). I'm okay for cash but
want to avoid the international ATM fee.
[NOW: This reminds me: too many ATMs in Europe,
if you asked for E100, actually gave you a single E100 bill. I tried to cash
those sooner than later because all kinds of things can go wrong with that much
money in one bill.]
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