Two Beers and a Pretzel

So Friday was another fun dinner with Ingrid’s parents and friends at their favorite bar.

At some point ingrid and I got into a fight

I clearly won.  She claims that I threw the snowball from point blank range, but I swear I was at least 2 meters away and simply used the old fake throw followed by a real throw and got her on the way back up from a flinch.  Actually, she got me pretty good in the face too…

Then it was driving in the snow back to Dordrecht to catch the train to Amsterdam.  Even with the hyper efficient train system here, it took us about 2 hours to make the trip because of delays and cancelled trains.  When we finally got there, we got our room and stashed our bags before heading out to the nearest bar.  It happened to be an Irish pub with a very happy bartender who gave us ‘Hot Whiskey’ (Irish whiskey, hot water, sugar, lemon wedge, and cloves).  It warmed us up quick, but we had to leave when a very strange Norwegian guy would not stop talking to us at the bar and kept asking very odd questions.  Luckilly, one of Ingrid’s friends called, so we had a destination.

As for the destination, dance clubs in Amsterdam play the same crappy R&B mix music as American clubs, except that in American clubs they occasionnaly mix in something good like Johnny Cash or the Beatles, or Rolling Stones.  In this club, it was a non-stop deluge of crappy dance music.  Now also imagine a crowded club.  Multiply that by 5.  And another 2x for good measure.

Ingrid’s friend and his friends left with us to go to another place closer to our hotel called Bubbles.  Same story, different bar.  Eventually (like 5 AM) I started feeling sick and left.  I got to the hotel, but could not fall alseep.  No heat in the room, fire alarms, and a general queesy feeling.  I bit the bullet and just got up around 9 to find a pharmacy and get some breakfast.

 They have BIG pancakes here…  probably because this pancake house was next to a Coffie Shop (hash bar) and they get a lot of people coming in with the munchies.

When I got  back to the hotel, Ingrid was getting ready to go shopping and go out for breakfast herself.  I took a nice 2 hour nap.  When she got back, we headed to the Ryksmuseum and saw a lot of cool paintings, but the clear highlight was Rembrandt’s Night Watch.  WOW.  If you’ve never seen any of Rembrandt’s work in person, it’s amazing.  Photos do not do it justice.  It’s hard to explain, but he adds textures and 3D elements like no one else… then top it with his dramatic use of light and you can see why he was a true master.

After the museum, we headed out for dinner before meeting my surfing buddy Linda at BOOM-Chicago for a comedy improv show.  In a long standing family tradition, they asked for a name when I bought out ticket’s so I used the name ‘Fuzzy Bunny’ – and the staff got a kick out of it.  That show has been running for 10 years, and it put on by an American cast.  This one was a compare and contrast between America and the Netherlands.  Very funny.

Then Ingrid, Linda and I went back to the Bubbles bar, but this time we were the first ones there.

It was much more fun, possibly because we left just after it got really crowded at around 2 AM.  Again, the room was freezing, again there was a fire alarm – so when we checked out, I complained.  They could/would not refund me anything since I pre-paid on Expedia… but they did give us both free breakfast (valued at about $18 each – worth about $5).

Then we walked thru the Vondelpark in the fresh snow and checked out Dam square.

A little while later we got to the train station…  just in time to find out that all rail traffic in Holland has been suspended due to bad weather.  OK, seriously, Dutch people – it was 3 inches of snow, your country is FLAT, and we’re talking about big TRAINS here…  This should not be a problem.  This reputedly efficint and well kept rail system is really getting on my nerves. 

So, in the spirit of adventure, Ingrid and I decided to hitchhike home.  Around the back of the train station, we started thumbing for rides and immediately got a delivery truck to take us to some small train station outside of town, but very near a busy freeway on-ramp heading South.

Then we got a ride in a really screwed up little delivery truck with two strange ladies that ended up taking us North instead of South. 

They dropped us at a freeway intersection in the middle of nowhere… when we were luckilly picked up by a nice lady in a Mini Cooper who took us back to the small train station.  This time we decided to create a sign saying where we were heading.  We also met Sabine, another stranded rail passenger.

We found a nice guy in an SUV that took the three of us all the way to Rotterdam (where I snapped a nice pic of the skyline at night).

There, Ingrid an I found a convenience store cleck who gave us free soup, and found yet another delivery truck to take us to her apartment…  and he dropped us right at the door!

So what should have been a 45 minute train ride became a 6 hour hitchhiking adventure in Holland, in the middle of winter.