So. Hello again. As you can see by my massive post count, I don’t blog that much. You want to properly stalk me on the internets, you’re looking in the wrong place…
I’ve been in Amsterdam for 18 months now. 18 month olds are that difficult age, when they’re all opinions, staying up late, and smashing their food up the kitchen wall. I’ve reached the potty training stage of expat life.
Most expats get itchy after about this time and bugger off home, or go somewhere else. Me, I don’t feel itchy. Not even the slightest tingle. Every time I cycle round this weird tiny town, I think ‘wow… this is so not London’. So not London in the ‘I’ll be there in two hours’ kind of way (in two hours, you’re in Germany from here). So not London in the ‘wow I’ve just sneezed in Sainsbury’s and spent 50 quid’. And so not London in the ‘yeah, I can’t make our coffee, how about in three month’s time?’.
Although Amsterdam is like London in a lot of ways… all the good ways. It’s got art and culture and gigs and all that stuff. But most importantly, just suddenly, basically just when I arrived in town, there are all these cafes popping up all over the shop. Tasty food cafes, with tasty waiters with beards.
I had brunch in one today that served me scrambled eggs with chilli and bacon. Proper chilli that makes your mouth go bang, not the wimpy flaccid Dutch idea of chilli. YUM.
I realised I forgot my bank card. After I had finished my food. And they let me pay later. And were really nice about it. Okay, so I still haven’t paid and they’ve run me three times already, but I’m going to totally go in tomorrow and pay. Honest.
The reason I haven’t paid is not because I’m an egg robber, is that today I’m a long-distance cycler. I went to a meeting outside of Amsterdam… in Schipol. Most people know Schipol as that place where the airport is. Well, there’s other stuff there to, including a very nice agency who my company will hopefully be working with soon. I arrived a bit warm, after cycling at full speed through Amsterdamse Bos – an actual forest on the outskirts of Amsterdam. On the way home, there was the most amazing sunset and then I got lost and ended up next to a lake. Not bad Amsterdam. With views like this, I don’t want to leave you quite yet.