On June 22nd, 2013 06:48 pm (UTC) , fried_pearl commented : T hat horsehead is for sale on Amazon, a

Links A News Cafe Travel Addiction Helpline manhattan budget hotels Sew Retro I Am The Child of the Moon The Vintage Perfume Vault Head Over Heels Sew Sixties Adore Vintage Barrow Cam Dolly Rocker Girl Youthquakers Lost in the 60s Child of the Sixties Forever Born Late The Life of a Lost Muse Ashen Lady The Shiksa Blog
This is an assortment of photos that don't have much to do with each other except I thought they were interesting. Call it Amsterdam style. We were sitting at The Barking manhattan budget hotels Fish when these two ultra-thin and ultra-hipsters showed up. " Models ," I sneered to Gary. This quartet set up just outside Centraal Station... and these guys watched. manhattan budget hotels This houseboat started up their motor for the first time in a long time. Somewhat disturbing. Mens and womens. Bench made of books. Mannequin. The Invisible Musician. Westerkerk and full moon. Heron & friends. Coffee beans. There was a drawbridge right behind our apartment and it was in frequent use. One day we walked manhattan budget hotels up to Nemo, the nautical museum. It's shaped like a big ship. We didn't go inside but hung out on the sloping manhattan budget hotels patio, where we bought some really terrible coffee and what they called lemonade but I would call very bad Kool-aid. Shhh.... be vewy, vewy qwiet.... Outdoor nautical museum. In a city where everything is extremely manhattan budget hotels flat, it's unusual to get a view of anything. Near Vondelpark, this tree grew into the fence. manhattan budget hotels In Vondelpark, three nannies and twelve babies. Horse playing keyboards. He had a sign saying he needed money to get married, which begs the question about whether it's a good idea to marry a keyboard-playing manhattan budget hotels horse. About ten seconds later, the horse was told he didn't have a permit to play. There are a lot of odd doorways in Amsterdam. This was really short. Superman. Somewhat disturbing. More disturbing. Poems on the wall. Tigers. A mime. And so we ended the trip with a lengthy two-day journey home. We flew from Amsterdam to Copenhagen, where we had another long layover. Then our flight from Denmark to Chicago was delayed by 50 minutes. I had allowed us 2 hours 40 minutes between flights, so at first I wasn't worried, but after 50 minutes we still hadn't boarded the plane. There were two loud, obnoxious Americans also waiting - as soon as I saw them, I KNEW they were American, and I hoped we would not be seated anywhere near them because I would be forced to kill them. Eventually we boarded but then sat on the tarmac for quite some time. An announcement was made that the computer system wasn't working manhattan budget hotels (things I didn't want to know) but that they were working on it. The air conditioning was not working either, and it grew rather manhattan budget hotels warm in the plane, which brought out the drama queen in many passengers. "OH I'M DYYYYYINNNG" was the favorite phrase of the woman directly behind me. After some two hours we did take off, and the flight was quite smooth and uneventful, which is about all you can ask for. By the time we got to Chicago, I was tired enough that I didn't care that we were going to miss our connecting flight. We went through passport control, got our bags from the carousel, and went through customs, manhattan budget hotels where we got the jerkiest customs officer I have ever run into. I know there were only two customs officers for two entire planeloads of passengers, but still. I heard him yelling at some passenger ahead of us about fossils, and when we got up there he yelled - loudly enough that everyone could hear him, of course - "One six oh! What is this? One six oh! I need an address!" I had no idea what he was talking about until I realized that he was reading my town - Igo - as 160. I carefully and politely explained my address and hoped that was the end of it, but of course it wasn't. When we had gone through passport control, the officer had scribbled something on Gary's landing card but not on mine, and this customs officer demanded to know WHY, again loudly. I had no idea why, of course, but if you start arguing with a customs officer your life will get bad quickly, and he was spoiling for a fight, which I decided to not let him have. Finally he stopped manhattan budget hotels ranting and snapped, manhattan budget hotels "Get out of here," to both of us, and we grabbed our stuff and walked away. He was by far the rudest customs officer I have ever come across, and if I had had all my faculties I might have taken notice of his name, but all I wanted was to get on to the next thing. SAS had booked all the passengers who'd missed their flights into area hotels, and re-booked our flights for the next morning. For some reason this really upset me - I really wanted to fly on to San Francisco that night - and it took me a while to get over it. In the end it was better because SAS paid for the hotel, but at the time I couldn't grasp that. The shuttle bus picked us up and we drove & drove & drove & drove on the freeways. manhattan budget hotels Gary and I were thinking the same thing: there is no hotel out here, this guy is just going to leave us in a field naked and steal our luggage, manhattan budget hotels but that did not happen. They booked us into a Wyndham suites that was really very nice; it was 14 miles from the airport so we didn't have any plans going overhead. Our room did overlook a freeway but there wasn't much noise. SAS also gave us food vouchers so once we dropped our things in the room we went to the hotel bar/restaurant, where we ran into all the people who missed their flights, including the loud whiny American couple I'd vowed to kill back in Copenhagen. I didn't, though it was tempting. Next morning we got up at an ungodly hour because the flight left at 7:30 AM, and it's a good thing we did leave extra-early because it took a long time to get through security and then an even longer time to get to our gate. If you have never been to O'Hare Airport, it is really, really, really spread out. Eventually we did land in San Francisco and got on the Marin Airporter to take us back to Sausalito. Dirk picked us up and we went back to his boat for lunch - he manages a yacht club so he has access to already-prepared food - and then headed back home. I will never book another several-leg flight journey manhattan budget hotels unless there is simply no other alternative, though I would fly on SAS again. As Anne Lamott wrote about flying to San Francisco from India, it took several years and was pretty awful. Lesson learned. Tags: amsterdam , europe 2013 , photos , vacation
On June 19th, 2013 10:28 pm (UTC) , marzut commented : Y ou definitely have a good eye for the unusual. I remember Amsterdam being a little crazy but I don't remember it being quite so quirky. Reply Thread
On June 22nd, 2013 06:48 pm (UTC) , fried_pearl commented : T hat horsehead is for sale on Amazon, and the reviews of it are hilarious. I wondered if anyone actually bought it, but I guess they do. Sorry your customs experience was so horrible. manhattan budget hotels It's a crap shoot. We sailed manhattan budget hotels through US customs at the Canadian airport, and they were all nice because even though they were Americans, they were living in Canada. I guess it rubs off. We were surprised that we didn't have to go through customs in Atlanta, but it made it nice to do it up front. Reply Thread