Holland ain’t Amsterdam, and Amsterdam ain’t Holland. Yes, you can find the small villages (dorpjes) lost between the green canals with grazing cows, but then again you can find the Asian hookers next to a coffee shop. But who the hell cares. You can go for the hookers, for the joints, for the stropwaffels, for the dikes and the windmills or maybe for just one bike-ride. The main thing is that I’m going back for another week. I spent my best student year there but I still have to close something in that chapter. Don’t ask me exactly what, but I’ll see when I’ll get there.
Time left: 6 more days. And counting…
Route: Cluj (Kolozsvar) → Dortmund (plain) → Duisburg (regional train) → Utrecht (ICE).
Until then just listen to Bobby Burns. The lyrics are quite lame, but then again…it’s Holland.