not the hague.
Saturday 11th September
Our plans to go Den Haag were shattered when we realised that it wasn’t open on the weekend. So we shall have to go back at some other point. :) Instead, we headed out kind of late, in search of the Miffy store!
Of course, as usual, I got distracted taking pictures of random things, and was particularly excited that the sky had managed a bit of blue for us. We also ventured through the markets a bit, where I bought some apricots and some delicious fudge for cheaps! Yay!
In the end though, we did make it to the Miffy store and it was super cool. And I may or may not have bought a small one for myself. :)
Then it was time to catch the tram to have brunch and visit Anne Frank’s house, since we got a transport card with the I Amsterdam card, although of course not before holding my ticket up to the light to examine the chip inside it… and consequently walking into a knee high pole… and then having a passing cyclist laugh at me. :(
Catching the tram was not very exciting. It’s a tram. It was only funny when this couple were about to get off the tram. To get out, you’re supposed to scan your card, so that the money is deducted for however long you’re on the tram for. The guy got off perfectly fine, and was waiting for the lady to get off. She was fumbling around, managed to scan her card then dropped something on the floor. She bent to pick it up… but by the time she had straightened herself up again to get off, the doors closed shut, pretty much in her face. She had no choice but to wait for the next stop and get off there. The funniest thing was how long the next stop seemed to be!! Toby, Tim and I were trying not to laugh, because she was only standing a few metres away from us… but once she got off, we all had a good laugh.
Toby led us to Pancakes! Amsterdam where we arrived just in the nick of time to order the breakfast set, with the special discount thanks to our I Amsterdam voucher. We all ordered the ‘American’ breakfast, which was actually more akin to a Canadian breakfast, with bacon, pancakes and glorious amounts of maple syrup. :) It also came with fresh orange juice and a tea (or coffee, if that’s more your style).
After rejuvenating on a delicious meal, we head off in search of Anne Frank’s house, but when we got there, we were confronted with a seemingly long line. Since it was open until 9pm, we decided to take advantage of the lovely weather and head out ‘an hour’ out of Amsterdam to see a windmill. But first, we got distracted by the fabulous Amsterdam Tulip Museum… Thankfully we had a free admission voucher for that!
After that, we took the tram out to Nieuw Sloten, to visit Molen van Sloten, an old windmill, because if you go to the Netherlands and don’t see a windmill, what did you go for! And actually, that lady failing to get off the tram might have been on this journey. I can’t remember now. Anyway, we took it all the way out there, and it was hardly an hour like the book said, but more like half an hour. And we may have gotten stuck on the tram for a little while, failing to realise that we had reached the end of the line, since our stop was the last stop. But it was all good, we got off and then we had to walk a little bit through the old town of Sloten, which has kind of gotten eaten up by Amsterdam. It was nice and small town-y.
And then finally we reached the windmill! YAY! We got to meet the miller, who was changing up the sails of the windmill so that it didn’t turn into a psycho helicopter thing… And we were taken on this really great tour. She explained to us how the windmills work and what not, and then got to go up and see the inner mechanisms. It was definitely 5 euro well spent.
We stopped for ice cream and then it was back to the city and Anne Frank’s house. No photos, and naturally it was quite emotional. It’s really quite hard to explain…
After that, we tried for Indonesian for dinner, but that was not to be, to our fortune I guess (as you will find out when I write about Sunday). Instead, we stopped fr some cheap-ish pub food for dinner at what seemed to be a sports bar.
And that was the Saturday. :)
I’m already missing that bickering couple. Lol.
misselty.
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