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