3rd April 2008 10.30 pm – second night in this self-acclaimed tolerant and liberated city. You can smoke weed and other stimulants even though they are illegal substances. But the cops will tolerate it if its for “personal use”. Sex is all over the streets. Well, at least the bollards which look like penises are all over the city. And of course, prostitution is legal, that’s why Amsterdam is famous for its Red Light District. It’s even marked very clearly on the tourist maps. Gays marriages are legal. And the bicycles, they are amazing. They number more than people and the city has put big signs everywhere proclaiming “amsterdam cycling to sustainability”. If any city can claim that it is Amsterdam. But recycling? I don’t think so. I see them chuck their cardboard boxes on the sidewalk and the garbage collector throws them all into the back of the truck with the rest of the thrash.
Everything (just about) is expensive in Amsterdam. Starting with this room I am in now. Cost 65 euros without breakfast and its bare basic. I even have to pay another 3 euro per day if I watch the room TV. Don’t even think about free wifi. In Barcelona, I paid average about 60 euro (the rates varies over the week) and the room was better and there was free wifi.
Now food, very confusing. Can’t figure out if there is any authentic Dutch food around. It’s very cosmopolitan but Chinese seems a favourite including a very popular Wok to Walk chain (P.S. I actually tried it too - verdict? Lots of fire and action but not to my taste). Two nights here and had noodles soup twice at two Chinses restaurants – they are all coincidentally located in the Red Light District. The point is, the Red Light District is not just about sex. There’s lots of restaurants and bars and other shops. Most visitors are just curious tourists.

Above is the flower market along one of the canals. Those bulbs are huge - I wished they would grow in Malaysia.

Those boats you see in the picture - they look like boathouses but I did not once encounter its inhabitant.
Lot’s of museums around, but I decided to spend 10 euro only on the Van Gogh museum and it was worth it. Poor guy didn’t even live to be 40. Shot himself in the chest – he felt he had lost his artistic flair and was going crazy. It was only after his death that critics recognised him as a modern artist. There are some nice paintings using his “pointilism” technique. Coming out of the museum I bought a hotdog from a stand outside for 2.50 euro with everything on it. Excellent lunch.

Well, it was taken when there wasn't a crowd. Go on a weekend and it's full of curious tourists and visitors.
Yes, its part of the infamous Red Light District.
Bummer, I did not get to go bicycling. Maybe I can still get a few hours after I come back from Keukenhof tulip garden.
11.36 pm – time to rest my weary legs.

The bicycles are everywhere and the police seems to have given up the fight against bicycle theft.
They just advise you to double-lock the bike to something permanent. And the bikes look deceptively "normal" but they are actually quite powerful with gears to climb the small inclines. I did manage to try out a rental for one hour on my last day. It was quite fun but I kept going around in circles. Sometimes it appears the cyclists are quite reckless but I only saw one incident in which a lady cyclist stopped to give a motorist a piece of her mind for not respecting "her right of way". Yeah, cyclists are king of the roads. Even very old people, some probably in their eighties or at least late 70s are cycling in the city and for recreation in the countryside.
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