5am. Buzzzz.
I felt like a zombie. A planned 5 minutes of showering, brushing, and checking out took 15.
That’s OK, I still had plenty of time to make it to Keukenhof Gardens and back in time for the 2:30pm bus to Paris.
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5am. Buzzzz.
I felt like a zombie. A planned 5 minutes of showering, brushing, and checking out took 15.
That’s OK, I still had plenty of time to make it to Keukenhof Gardens and back in time for the 2:30pm bus to Paris.
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My original itinerary for this trip had me heading straight from Munich to Amsterdam, renting a bike, and spending 2 days riding across the countryside amidst millions of colorful tulips, all in advance of the Queen’s Day festivities. But after oversleeping my train transfer on the way I was forced to rearrange everything, visiting Rotterdam first and leaving the tulips for after. Now that the holiday weekend had concluded, it was time to head back into the countryside and get some of those postcard-perfect Holland photos.
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Just a few observations about the Netherlands before I continue with the narrative… Continue reading »
Lucky for me – and unlucky for my liver – Queen’s Day fell on a Friday. This meant that even after the real festivities ended, I still had a Saturday night out in one of the most notorious cities in the world: Amsterdam.
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My God. Queen’s Day. Where do I even begin? This has been without question the second biggest street party of my life – second only to Brazilian Carnaval – and bigger even than Tokushima Awa Odori, my favorite Japanese Matsuri.
Sadly I didn’t take a single page of blog notes, and since I don’t have a travel companion with me to help recall the nitty gritty details…well…I’ll just have to give it my best.
So here goes.
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