Last weekend (20-21 June) Jenny, Elisa and I went to Amsterdam for the weekend. It was our 1st weekend trip. Having done some research on the Internet and also with the aid of a travel book, we basically planned our trip before departing Brussels.
On Saturday, we did some sightseeing in the city centre. Our 1st stop was the Dam Square. There we found the Royal Palace, the National Monument, the Nieuwe Kerk and the Madame Tussaud
Museum. I was a bit disappointed as I expected it to be as spectacular as the Grand Place in Brussels. However, the Square itself was not too attractive and thus we did not spend much time there.
After lunch we headed to theVan Gogh Museum and the Anne Frank House. The Van Gogh Museum contains the largest collection of paintings by Vincent Van Gogh. I like how the paintings and exhibits were arranged as I could learn about Van Gogh’s biography and also understand how his works developed in a chronological manner. Our next stop was the Anne Frank House; which was the place where Anne Frank and her family hid for 2 years during the German occupation of the Netherlands in World War II. The House displayed the original objects that belonged to those hiding, some historical documents, photographs, film images and Anne’s original diary and notebooks. All these exhibits helped to create a vivid image and atmosphere of the hiding period.
Our last stop for the day was the famous Red Light District. It is quite fascinating to see how liberal the Netherlands is. Prostitution has been legalized in the Netherlands several years ago and thus self-employed prostitutes rent rooms and offer services from behind a window or glass door. It was an eye-opening experience touring in the RLD. But I guess once is enough.
Our day did not end here. We had a little “adventure” afterwards. The hotel that we originally booked was full and thus we got upgraded to another hotel. The receptionist called a taxi for us and it was supposed to take us to the right hotel. Apparently we were taken to a wrong hotel. With the kind help of the receptionist at the “wrong” hotel, we hopped onto another taxi. Taxis in Europe are mostly equipped with the GPS; however, the drivers just do not seem to benefit from such advanced technology. It was pretty frustrating sitting inside the taxi at midnight looking at the driver who did not seem to know the way to our hotel. All this fuss occupied another hour and we finally got to our hotel with a nice room overlooking a canal in Amsterdam.
On Sunday we visited a windmill village called Zaanse Schans. Zaanse Schans was one of the oldest industrial towns in Europe. Now there are 8 windmills operating in the village. Jenny and I visited the Cat windmill which produces paints. The scenery from the windmill balcony, together with the wonderful sunny weather, was breathtaking. We also tried the Dutch pancake and it was very delicious!
Jenny and I had another “adventure” that afternoon. The 2 of us missed the last ferry back to the other side of the Zaandijk. We sought help from a windmill owner, hoping he could tell us that there would be alternative transportations to cross the Zaandijk. We were told earlier that day that the other ferry at the other side of the windmill village, which operates after 5pm, had broken down. The windmill owner was having a family gathering there that evening and he invited us to join them and offered to drive us to the train station later. We really appreciated his kind offer but that didn’t seem to be a feasible option as we had 2 trains to catch – one back to Amsterdam and another one back to Brussels. At last we told the family about our situation and the windmill owner immediately offered to take us to the other side of Zaandijk in his little private boat. Jenny and I were completely overwhelmed by gratefulness and relief. The windmill owner was our hero. Without his generous help, we would have been stuck in the windmill village.
We truly experienced the friendliness of the Dutch. They were all very welcoming and helpful in every way. What a memorable experience!