We wondered in Damrak very long. The address from the internet was not helpful. First look at Amsterdam was an eye opener. Sex museum, sex shop, people dress in costume and the crowd decorated Damrak Street. Typical. But, where the heck is Shelter City?!
I grew blisters on my palm, carrying the luggage, finding my hostel. Luckily people were quite helpful in directing me, some too helpful that they tried even when they had no idea, which leads me further. -.- And finally I found my hostel! I am very grateful to find that they gave me a two people room instead of a four that I booked earlier. A Christian hostel in the middle of red light district, I reckoned it to be quite safe. But of course, the noise is unbelievable at night. But other than that, not a bad choice though.
|Quiet Morning in Damrak|
|even birds came out this hour|
We went Anne Frank Huis early morning, so we kinda skipped the que as only old people woke up in the morning. The house was quite big, considering that it was a hide-out place. But still, I couldn’t help admiring the girl mature thinking. My interest in Nazi grew. I think I would like to visit Germany’s Nazi Camp one day.
The rest of the trip, we just walk around. Heineken Experience was quite expensive, so we dint enter the building, same goes to Van Gogh Museum. One thing about Amsterdam, everything needs money.
Another thing I regretted. We miscalculate the time we arrive at Amsterdam, and missed the chance to go Akmaar which has a cheese Market every Friday Morning. Also, we SHOULD go Zaanse Schans to see the Windmill. Oh did I mention that the cheese in Amsterdam was nice? Well, indeed.