Sunday, June 2 – Two Tours was Too Much

With the help of a couple of Tylenol PM to squelch the beginnings of a headache and neck pain, I slept hard until 5:30 this morning. The bed was very comfortable, no noise from the street, blackout curtains to make it dark, and a very cool 21 degrees Celsius made this exhausted woman happy.

Took me a few minutes to figure out the espresso machine in the room and the rain shower head for the shower. The breakfast area was very nice. A woman made us each an omelet. They had a machine that squeezed fresh orange juice. Had another area with various breads, cheeses, dried fish (salted herring?), salad, and fruit. Interesting items that people have for breakfast. We stayed with the traditional omelet, bacon, and fruit. The coffee machine ground beans for good-tasting coffee. The coffee cups were small so it took several cups.

I forgot to mention that we met several nice people sitting outside the café – a young couple from Milan, a couple from Israel, and another couple – he was from Amsterdam and she was from Scotland. He had very interesting tattoos all over his neck, shoulder, and on his bald head. I wanted to take a picture but I figured he would think it was rude.

Today was another beautiful day – sunny with a very nice breeze. Using Google map directions, we walked 30 minutes to the meet up point for our first walking tour of the day. Our guide was Robbert (spelling is correct) from The Dam Guides. I found the company on TripAdvisor and Cruise Critic. Surprisingly, we were the only people on the tour today so it was nice being able to have a conversation with him as we visited the various points of interest. We learned a lot of history about Amsterdam – how the city was formed, the different religious influences, the rise and fall of tuplip commodities, Napolean’s occupation, the Nazi occupation, and how Amsterdam has become known for its inclusiveness and tolerance. It was a 3 hour tour and even though we stayed in a few block area, we walked a lot from point to point. The tour ended near the Anne Frank house (tours are a 2 month waiting list) and Robbert pointed us in the general direction of the Banks Mansion.

I tried using Google maps but I couldn’t get my data to work and I had a weak WIFI signal. We were hungry so we found a sandwich shop and ate some lunch. I was frustrated with the data signal because I had signed up for TravelPass through Verizon which was supposed to allow me to use data when I didn’t have WIFI. Finally found an information store and used their WIFI to map us back to Banks Mansion. We followed the canal and were back in about 15 minutes.

I got on the phone and called Verizon. Embarrassingly enough, it was operator error. I failed to change a setting on the phone from “block roaming” to “allow roaming.” Once I had changed that setting, the data worked fine.

We rested and enjoyed the wine and cheese offerings again. I had signed us up for the Red Light District tour that evening beginning at 8:30. The meeting point was the same so we had another 30 minute walk to the spot. This tour was led by Mark, the owner of The Dam Guides. Again, we were the only 2 people. He has a law degree and also works as an advocate for the sex workers (the term they prefer to use). The Red Light District was much larger than I had anticipated. I thought it was one street. No, it was several streets. There were stores, live theaters, peep shows, and, of course, the main draw – women (or men dressed as women) in the windows. (Think Bourbon Street on steroids). Many of the women Mark knew because of the legal aid work he does. They waved to him. We never saw anyone in front of the windows negotiating a price with the women. Mark said had we been there on Saturday night, we would have seen a lot of buyers.

We learned that the sex workers are unionized and they do not own the shop windows where they work. They rent the space from a corporation that owns the buildings and the corporation provides security, etc. They work either the day shift or the night shift and the rent is based on which shift it is – night, of course, being the most expensive. Our guide said that the current government is working to reduce the Red Light District. Tour groups going through will be banned beginning January 2020 and some buildings are being bought for other uses. There was a strong police presence and Mark said there were also a number of police in plain clothes. In addition, there are a number of round structures on the sidewalk. They were walk-in urinals so men (and women) would not pee in the canal and possibly fall in. Eeew.

It was an interesting tour. In retrospect, we should have waited and done this tour when we got back from the cruise. Two walking tours in one day was too much. Had I known how big the RLD was, I definitely wouldn’t have booked it. The walk back in the dark was somewhat spooky although a number of restaurants were still open so the streets weren’t deserted. We had a rain shower earlier but we were inside and luckily it didn’t rain on us walking back. We would have taken a taxi but the taxi drivers said the distance was too short for them to bother. Really? No money is better than some money? Okay, we will keep our Euros.

We were back to the hotel a little after 11:00. Embarkation morning was going to come early.

Random Facts about Amsterdam:

  1. Dutch are the tallest people in the world. The height of Dutch man is around 6 ft and 5.6 ft for Dutch women.
  • The cleanest and safest tap water is located in Amsterdam. They have the best water in Europe.
  • Amsterdam is a city which is built on poles – eleven million poles. The city is a placed a meter or so below sea-level. The train station of Amsterdam Centraal alone needs 9000 poles to be supported whereas a normal house needs only 10. These wooden poles of 15-20 meters are placed in a sandy layer which is around 11 meters deep.
  • There are 1281 bridges in Amsterdam, 80 can be found within the canal ring. The most famous bridge is the Magere Brug or Skinny Bridge. When you’re standing on the corner of the Reguliersgracht and Herengracht you can see 15 bridges at the same time. You do have to stand on the side of the non-even numbers and count the bridge where you’re standing on as well.
  • Amsterdam has more canals than Venice and more bridges than Paris. The canals are not stagnant like the ones in Venice so they do not have a smell.
  • Most canal houses are very small at the entrance, the reason for this is that they only had to pay taxes for the size of the facade of the house. That’s why everyone built high and long houses. You can find the smallest facade in the world at Het Singel 7. It is only 1 meter wide and barely wider than the front door. As the house goes back it rapidly increases in width.
  • Amsterdam has the highest concentration of museums per square meter of all cities in the world.
  • Amsterdam Airport Schiphol is the only airport in the world that has a museum.
  • You can find more than 4000 parakeets in the Vondelpark. They are not native to The Netherlands but were brought here as pets. A few escaped and decided that they liked the parks of Amsterdam.
Napoleon’s Castle – Still Used Today
Houses are Crooked
All lampposts have crowns.
Robbert and Chuck admiring the painting while Goliath looks on.
Buildings too narrow to move furniture inside. Must use outside pulleys. Look at top of middle building
Re house is narrowest house in Amsterdam. Occupied by 2 adults and 3 dogs.
Statue honoring sex workers.
One of the tamer establishments. (Pictures of women in windows prohibited- union rules).

Friday, May 31 & Saturday, June 1 – Travel Day(s) from Hell

Don’t think I have ever experienced pre-cruise travel days as stressful as yesterday and today. If the hotel had not had our reservations, it would have been the trifecta in bad luck. However, the hotel is great but I digress.

Going back to Thursday night. I was shutting down the computer once I had finished the first day travel blog and was hoping to get a good night’s sleep before our trip began the next day. The time was 9 pm-ish. I looked up and saw our cat Pumpkin on the back deck sniffing the grill cover. I jumped up almost spilling the laptop to the floor, yelling “there’s Pumpkin, there’s Pumpkin.” Why all the commotion over a cat. Well, Thursday was day 11 that Pumpkin had been gone and presumed dead. We had not seen him since 9:30 pm on a Sunday evening. We had stopped calling for him throughout the day, scouring the neighborhood, leaving the garage door cracked for him to come in, etc. I had stored away his toys and cat tree and just that day had given is uneaten catfood to some neighbors who feed strays. We were overjoyed to have him home. He was thin but appeared unhurt.

But, I had a lot to do. I contacted the cat sitter again so she could take care of him while we are gone. Friday morning, we had to go to Walmart to stock up on food and litter for him. Hated to have to leave him on Friday after just getting him back but it would have been so much worse if he had showed up on Friday night and there would have been no one to welcome him back and he would have had no access to food or water.

We got to Groome’s transportation in East Ridge at 2:30 for the 3:00 shuttle. I started to have a bad feeling about Friday afternoon and getting to the Atlanta airport. I started wishing I had chosen the 2:00 shuttle instead of their recommended 3:00. This is the first flight we have taken in many years that was late at night. Typically, we have taken the shuttle the day before, spent the night at an airport hotel, and flown out early the next day. Nice and easy.

My fears were answered when the HOV lane shut down right before the downtown connector. The driver’s GPS signaled that he should get off the interstate and go through downtown. That, too, was a nightmare as we caught all the downtown office people getting off work and hit every red light. It was so frustrating to see that we were only 10 miles to the airport but we couldn’t get there. All the people on the shuttle had international flights except 1 woman whose Houston flight was to leave at 6:15. We got to domestic at 5:40. I wonder if she made her plane.

We got to the International terminal at 6:00. Two hours before the flight was to leave instead of the 3 that the airport recommends. And, boarding was to start at 7:00. My stomach was in knots by now. I thought we could breeze through security because we has TSA precheck. Nope. They closed at 5:30? Why? People fly all night long. They need that line. All the precheck got us was we didn’t have to take our shoes off and could keep the liquids in the bag. The security line was huge.

Finally found our gate and we shoved down a McDonald’s meal and then there was the announcement that the plane was still being serviced so we would start boarding at 7:30. Also, my Delta App showed Chuck’s bag was on the plane, mine was still “processing.” OMG, we put them on the conveyor at the same time. What is happening?

Finally got to board and we took off about 8:30. We were in Delta Comfort which gave us a little more leg room. I didn’t mind the seats but if I had a do-over I would have gotten a little farther back in Comfort. The lights of the galley were annoying. They did provide food, a sleep kit – pillow, blanket, sleep mask, and ear plugs. All came in handy. We both dozed on and off all night. We were woken up at 3:00 am for a continental breakfast because we were going to be make our landing into Amsterdam which is 6 hours ahead so it was 9:00 am there.

Disembarked the plane at 10:30. Followed the signs to baggage claim. However, we were stopped by a large crowd that had gathered in the area that fed into passport control. There was no lines, nobody telling anyone what was happening. It was a huge mess. I could finally see a sign that said it was very busy downstairs (passport control) so they were only letting a few at a time go – mostly European passport holders who could use self-assist kiosks. Finally, we made it to the front of the mob when they finally said everyone had to follow them to a different gate and use a different set of passport controls. Nightmare.

Took an hour to finally get through having our passport stamped and now we had to keep walking for baggage claim. Of course, now we are in terminals B and C and our luggage arrived at terminal D. Finally had to ask an airport official what carousel had our bags because we didn’t even see Atlanta listed. Once we finally made it to Carousel 17 in the terminal D area (where we should have been able to go through passport control), I could see very few bags still going round and round. I saw Chuck’s bag and we got it. Mine – nope. I sweated out 5 or 6 more minutes and then I saw mine. Hooray!

Of course, we are now one hour late for our shuttle. I did have an email that said if we were late just to let the organizer know and they would put us on another one. We were allowed to board one of the two 12:30 shuttles. The driver was very frustrated with the traffic. Seems Amsterdam does all its roadwork on the weekends and only in the Summer. Highway traffic was snarled so he had to take the backroads (Atlanta all over again) with bicycles, small cars, and scooters zooming around us. I did find out that “shit” is pronounced the same in both Dutch and English as our driver used it many times.

The Banks Mansion is in Amsterdam Centrum which is downtown across from the canal. Beautiful day with people walking and bicyclists everywhere. At that point, I would not have been surprised if the hotel had lost our reservation. But, we were fine and the room was ready. So thankful to drop everything off in the room and brush my teeth.

The room is small as compared to most American hotel rooms but it is very nice. It overlooks the canal so I watched the canal tours for a while. The lounge area has a complimentary bar with beer, sodas, and water. The room’s mini-bar is also complimentary.

We both were extremely tired but knew we had to keep going to orient ourselves to the new time. We walked up and down the streets around the hotel mostly people-watching. So many people. People don’t wear bicycle helmets. Not even the small children who are riding in baskets on the bikes. Did I mention those bicyclists just fly down the road ringing their bells to make people get out of their way? Geez.

Came back to the hotel a little after 4 and had their complimentary wine and cheese offerings. They even offered bowls of Pumpkin soup although I am not sure how it goes with wine and cheese. Nevertheless, it was good. We spent a good amount of time talking to a very nice couple celebrating their 50th anniversary with time in Lisbon, Amsterdam, and Paris. They were from Florida.

I came up to the room and pressed my clothes for tomorrow and then we went wandering again. Sat outside a café and people-watched. Finally, at 8:00 Amsterdam time we came back to the room to go to bed. Chuck is already asleep as I am finishing up.

Breakfast is from 7 – 10 in the morning and we need to leave here no later than 9:45 to meet our guide who will give us a walking tour of Amsterdam tomorrow. I hope the bed sleeps as comfortable as it feels.

A very stressful 2 days but I am hoping for better days in the weeks to come.

Hustle and Bustle of Amsterdam
Taking it Easy on the Canal
Wine and Cheese to Help Take the Stress Away