Jaclyn's visit

So about a month ago one of my dearest friends Jaclyn came over to the UK. She was booked on a Contiki tour for the month of June, but lucky for me had arranged a week to spend with me before the tour began. I can't even begin to explain how special it was to have her with me again after so long. She was the first close friend I'd seen in a year and a link back to my life at home. Not that we saw each other every day, but we were always in contact and saw each other whenever we could.

So we met up in Trafalgar Square in the morning and made our way to our hotel, via buckingham palace, as we simultaneously caught up on a year's worth of happenings. After dropping our bags off we made our way to the nearby Victoria and Albert Museum, which I hadn't been to yet and Jaclyn was keen to see. Once again I was blown away by the brilliance of the museum scene in London. This one was another beautifully put together collection of historical artifacts from various eras, all in a magnificent setting. Well worth a visit. Also the gift shop is soooooo nice and I ended up buying a really cute pair of earrings.

Inside the V&A museum - the classical era (my favourite)

After that we went to pret-a-manger for lunch and then went back to the hotel to check in to our room. We decided to go to a show that night, and upon learning that Kit Harington's play 'Dr Faustus' was showing that night, deciding what to see was fairly straightforward! Rather than booking online we decided to just show up and hope there would be tickets available. We were in luck! Managed to get great seats for less than we would have paid if we had booked online. Score!! So we sat back and prepared to see the famous actor in real life....

Strangest play ever. It was so, so weird and not far in to it Jaclyn and I exchanged a "what the heck" glance. Sure, it was great to see Kit Harington live (especially when he took his shirt off! haha HELLO abs), but we didn't know what what going on half the time. I think it was about the Doctor's inner turmoil between leading a selfish, sinful existence or leading a good, caring life, but I can't be sure. Half the time the actors were standing around sans pants (just undies), and some of the script was in old-english and some was modern. It was entertaining for sure, and laughable because it was just so bizarre. So we were glad we had been, but not sure we'd recommend it!

The stage, from our seats

The next day we went to Harrods in the morning and then went to the Hilton Hotel near Green Park for a spot of high tea. This was wonderful. All the treats were delectable and the tea was great. After that we went to see Big Ben and the houses of parliament and then went to the London Dungeon! This was something I hadn't done but had always been curious about. And it was really good. It's basically just a journey through London's past and significant events that happened, all told by actors in sets reflecting the era they're talking about. It was really enjoyable and there were even a couple of little rides included which were great fun. And at the end we got a free drink in the dungeon bar, so that was a bonus! After the dungeon we walked along the South Bank, saw the London Eye and then went on a Jack the Ripper tour we'd pre-booked. This tour was ok, the guide was very outgoing and funny and the history was interesting, but I'm not sure that I'd recommend it because you're shown all these random sights like houses and spots on the pavement, but there's nothing to see because, obviously, it all happened so long ago. By the end of that we were fairly knackered so went back to the hotel to sleep.

Taking a sip before diving into the delicacies

The Dungeon entrance

Next morning we were up bright and early for our flight to Dublin!! We arrived in the Emerald Isle early afternoon and after checking in to our hostel, went for a walk to orientate ourselves a bit. First impressions of Dublin were that it looked quite run down and didn't look all that nice at all, but the closer we got to the city centre the livelier and more enthralling it became. And AHHHH the Irish accent is sooo nice!!!! Anyways so we walked up O'Connell Street, crossed the River Liffey and made our way to Trinity College to see the library. When we got inside, my goodness, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I love any library (because books) but this was just on another level.

Dublin's River Liffey

Trinity College library

After seeing such breathtaking beauty (lol) we walked through Temple Bar which is the tourist hub of Dublin and where there are loads of Irish pubs, restaurants, street performers, markets etc etc. After that we grabbed some dinner, made our own chocolate bars at this place where you could choose whatever you wanted in your bar and then we weren't quite sure what to do with our night so we ended up going to the movies and saw Bad Neighbours 2, which was a bit of a laugh.

Such cool Irish bars in Temple Bar

The next morning we were up at 5am (so hard) to catch our coach for our day trip out to Galway and the Cliffs of Moher! This was a really awesome day, made even more so by the two most hilarious tour guides ever. The Irish sense of humour is great and the Irish people are the friendliest I've come across in my travels. So our trip took us across the entire width of Ireland, as Galway in on the West coast while Dublin is on the East Coast. We stopped in Galway for an hour-long walking tour and got to explore the city a little bit. And what a lovely city it is. Cobbled streets, bunting all over the place, street performers doing irish music, crisp sea air...it was so nice. I would love to go back and actually stay there at some point. After Galway we made the rest of the trip to the famed Cliffs of Moher which were really a sight to behold.

Around by the sea in Galway - this area reminded me of Ahuriri which made me miss home!

Cute streets of Galway

The Cliffs of Moher

Looking out over the Atlantic Ocean

The next morning we got up and went to Phoenix Park, which had a big war memorial garden. This was nice to walk around and, much to our surprise, there were deer roaming freely around the place! And they came right up to us. After that we walked over to Kilmainham Gaol which is a hugely significant site in Irish history. We did a tour of that which was just excellent, once again with a hilarious and lovely Irish guide. It was really interesting to learn a bit about the uprisings in Irish history and to learn about what the country has had to face - which has been a heck of a lot! After our tour we headed back to the hostel, got dolled up and went to the Arlington hotel for a 3-course meal and Irish folk show which was a great time. After that we went out to Temple Bar and danced the night away in a few Irish pubs, where we seemed to meet a lot of English people.

Deer frolicking freely in the park

The central hall at Kilmainham Gaol

Next morning we were up early to get our flight back to London. After arrival we went to our next hotel to drop our things off and then went to get some food for lunch. And it was then that we discovered the most delicious food I've ever had. Seriously, it rivals Cafe Anatolia for me, and that's saying something because those kebabs are my favourite food. It was a restaurant called 'The Real Greek' and we had this sharing thing that came out in two tiered stands. It had stuff like lamb kofte, hummus, falafel, haloumi skewers, spicy chickpeas....eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and it was all so flavoursome and healthy and delicious and I need to go back. This was also the bankside restaurant (they are all over London) so we were sitting along the Thames, watching all the interesting people of London go by. It was fab! After that we went and saw Tower Bridge and then headed back to the hotel because we were pretty tired.

Taking photos of some of the MOST AMAZING FOOD 

Next day after a delicious breakfast at the hotel, we went to the Churchill War rooms. I wasn't quite sure whether I'd enjoy this but it turned out to be one of the best things I've done in London. Despite the epic wait to get inside (seriously, the line was crazy long), it was so worth it to see the underground bunkers which have been kept exactly as they were during WWII and to learn all about Winston Churchill. The whole time I was thinking 'man, Dad would LOVE this'. It took us about 2 hours to get around but it flew by because it was so fascinating. After a bite of lunch (Pret again, because YUM) we went to Madame Tussauds. This was both fun and creepy. It was fun taking pictures with our favourites, and there's a 5D movie at the end which is super cool. But we both found the wax figures creepy because they're so lifelike and look as though they'll move at any minute! After that we had to say our goodbyes as I had to head back to Lane End for work the next day :( It sucked saying goodbye after such a fun week together, but I'm so thankful that we got to have all these wonderful experiences together, and create all these memories.

Number 10, Downing Street from when Mr Churchill lived behind it

Joining the cast of Star Wars

Newest member of One Direction

According to Mr Bolt, this pose with make you run faster

Tea with Audrey

Kisses for Johnny

Next up: Belgium! For tomorrowland! Only 28 days to go...!

xx

Wales

The day after I got home from Budapest, I went on a roadtrip to Wales for the weekend with Nicole. I got the train in to London around midday and met Nicole at her Wimbledon flat when she'd finished work. We had Nandos for dinner, packed our bags (well, she did) and got a relatively early night in preparation for our roadie the next day.

We caught a tram and made it to the car hire place by the time it opened at 8am and were introduced to our little VW. It was a cute little red 4-door that was perfect for the two of us. So, with Nicole behind the wheel and me in the passenger seat with the route mapped out on google maps on her iPad in front of me, we set off. Aaaaaaaaand got lost after 3 turns. HAHAHA. But seriously though, getting out of London is a MISSION, especially for two girls who are used to the easy, quiet Palmerston North/Hobart roads. Once we got on to the M4 it was a breeze though, and we could actually relax a bit. English motorways are excellent. There were about 5 lanes going in each direction the entire way, so no one can really hold up proceedings too much. There is also lovely countryside around you as you're driving, which is nice, and it's all really well signposted. This part of the trip was really fun - we had snacks, we had a great playlist full of singalongs and we had great chats. 

Being foreigners, there were a couple of things that we were confused about during our road trip. Firstly, the motorway has a "variable speed limit". Neither of us knew about this and were therefore unsure what this went up to and when it stopped again. In addition, in NZ there are speed signs all the time, but on the roads in England they are VERY rare, so half the time we were just guessing what speed we were supposed to be doing. But there were always cars whizzing past us in the right-hand lane, so we figured we must be ok. 

Another odd thing that happened was when we were cruising along, a scooter hooned past us really fast. We both stared at it because it was going crazy fast, but when it got in front of us the person driving it was wearing a vest that said "BLOOD" in big, bold letters on the back. Because it was never-before-seen for the both of us, and totally unexpected, we then looked at each other with a similar look of confusion and then cracked up so much that we ended up in tears. It was one of those moments. Afterwards we figured maybe it was someone delivering fresh, emergency blood to someone or something like that. 

Another really entertaining thing about the drive was the increasingly strange place names as we neared Wales. The vowels became fewer and fewer and the names stranger and stranger. We sniggered at Hoarwithy, LOL'd at Muchdewchurch and challenged each other to pronounce Cwmyoy. It was great.

There were a few routes we could have taken to Hay-on-Wye, but we decided to take the route through the Cotswolds, via Gloucester. Because Gloucester Cathedral. Because Hogwarts. We stopped here around 11am and went straight to the cathedral. My oh my it's magnificent!! It's glorious from the outside, but even more fantastic on the inside. And then you go through a little door and into the halls of Hogwarts!!!! It was so cool to be in the place where the films were filmed, especially for absolute potterheads like Nicole and me. It was very cold inside though, which was the only downside. Oh and we had a long chat to a priest about where we were from and what we were doing in England blah blah and the whole conversation I was wondering "How on earth can you be wearing sandals?!" because it was so freezing and his feet were out. After that we went to a nice cafe for lunch (I had soup, because I needed warming up) and then continued on to our destination.

 Gloucester Cathedral 

I'm at Hogwarts!!

Nicole and I chose Hay-on-Wye because it's a town for book lovers, which she and I most certainly are. It's a quaint, tiny little village that oozes with charm. A town with about 4 streets, a population of just over 1000 and 30 bookshops. 30!!! How awesome is that?! We arrived around 3.30pm and were immediately smitten with the place. But we were on a mission: visit as many bookshops as possibe before they closed at 5.30pm. We probably made it to 10 which was disappointing (we were leaving early the next day before the shops opened), but probably a good thing for our wallets and luggage situation. Nicole bought around 8 books and I was very good and only bought 4. If I hadn't had to carry them back from London to Wycombe with me on the train and then bus, I probably would have bought 20. I didn't buy as many as I thought I would have either because I found the bookshops so overwhelming. They were all multi-storied, multi-roomed, beautiful and HUGE. Like Massey University Library huge. They had sections for every subject matter under the sun, new and used, and I just couldn't pick!! So we were book shopping till closing time, then we went to our little hotel, dumped our stuff and went to the pub for dinner. It was a nice little pub called the "Three Tuns" and it was cozy. After a lovely meal, we went back to the hotel, showered and jumped in to bed with a hot drink (tea for me, hot choc for Nicole) and our books. We had another laugh-till-we-cry moment when we realised we were sitting in our bed drinking tea, reading our books at 10pm on a Saturday night. What wild girls we are! (also laughed when we saw that my book was called 'Die Again' and hers 'Death Song').

The next morning we got up, checked out and left the lovely Hay-on-Wye. It was such a shame we were there for so brief a time. I would like a week there. (Also, fun fact, Hay on Wye is twinned with Timbuktu!) Anyway, our next destination was Ross-on-Wye (Wye is the river) where there was a big mediaeval castle Nicole wanted to check out. It was called Goodrich Castle and wasn't like other castles I've been to in the UK. This one was more ruinous, but it was still pretty cool. I could imagine Lords and Ladies, knights and squires living in the castle, a kinda Game-of-Thrones type scenario. After the castle we left Ross-on-Wye and made for our next destination: Cardiff. It was a lovely drive, made more so by the fact that part of it was through Brecon Beacons National Park, which was beautiful hilly scenery. One and a half hours later we reached the Welsh capital. We found a car park, grabbed a coffee and went to Cardiff Castle.

Goodrich Castle

Dale in Wale(s) 

Cardiff is really nice because, like Windsor, there's a massive castle smack-bang in the middle of everything. It was also really thriving for a Sunday morning! It's a nice place, with cobbled streets and nice shops and lots of rugby stuff all over the place (not to mention Millenium Stadium is right in the middle of town). I think Wales is like NZ in a lot of ways: lots of sheep, lots of greenery, lots of hills, rugby mad. Anyho....Before we went around the castle itself, they showed us this little movie, which was the weirdest thing we'd ever seen. It was strange because it showed these actors going through time but it didn't tell us anything about the castle's history, which we found quite odd. It was just a general, going-through-the-ages film, nothing at all to do with the castle we were visiting. Many confused looks were exchanged. The castle wasn't as big as we thought it would be, and didn't take very long to get around. It did offer great city views from the lookout points, the apartments were very luxurious and you could go inside the wall that surrounded the castle, which had a whole lot of war history detailing what the castle was used for during wartime. The castle also had an interesting museum where you could play dress-up, which Nicole and I had a great time doing.

The walls surrounding Cardiff Castle - right in the heart of the city

Inside the Castle walls

Lovely interiors inside the Castle apartments

My favourite - the library (also inside the apartments)

Views of Cardiff from the Castle wall. It was such beautiful weather too!

Playing dress-up

Sergeant McTye and Private Wicken

(also, notice the Welsh on the sign behind Nicole? It's the strangest language!)

After our time at the castle we left Cardiff and started our journey back towards England. We did stop in at the Weald and Downland Open Air Museum in Sussex, which was a collection of old-style farm buildings that you just walk around and look in to. There was a cute little farmers market on, and a fair with a merry-go-round and a couple of sideshow games as well. It wasn't that interesting of a place, if I'm honest, but it was something to do. After that we got in the VW again, stopped in at a Tesco for trip snacks and hit the road. We took a different route back, which took us near places like Bath and Bristol. The traffic was quite heavy on the road heading back to London, so we didn't want to make any other stops. We did cross a very cool bridge on the way, and went past a toll booth! First time I'd ever seen a toll booth before! 

The cool bridge

It was such a good weekend away with Nicole. Lots of laughs, lots of interesting sights and culture. While I do like solo travel, doing a trip with her was awesome. I'm soooo blessed to have found a friend that is so similar to me in terms of sense of humour and interests. What are the chances that the first person I interacted with on this side of the world would become such a treasured friend?! No, it wasn't 'chance'. It was someone watching over me.

xx

Auschwitz

In the week leading up to my visit to Poland and Auschwitz, people I told at work would all have the same reaction - "Oh, why on earth would you want to go there? I wouldn't be able to handle the place. It'd be too much for me." But for me, Auschwitz as always been a must-visit destination. The camp played such a pivotal role in the course of 20th century history and changed millions of lives. Places of such significance, I feel, are important to see.

The first thing I was surprised about was that touring the camp was entirely free. While I don't think they should make a profit from such a site, I thought they might have charged a fee that would go towards supporting the surviving victims and their families, or something like that. And I'm pretty sure anyone making a trip to Auschwitz would be more than happy to pay that. But nope, it was free.

To enter the camp, you must pass under the infamous gate with the slogan 'Arbeit macht frei' which translates to 'Work will set you free'. What a lie. After that you've got brick building after brick building arranged in rows around a central pathway. Watchtowers are at either end and double barriers of electrified barbed wire surround the perimeter. There's a gallows to one side of the main path, where public executions were held as a 'lesson' to other inmates. It's incredibly bleak to look at. I was surprised by the size of the place though. For a place where over 1 million jews were murdered, it's not all that big. I later learnt that when a trainload of inmates arrived, over half were sent straight to the gas chambers (they were told they'd be getting a nice warm shower), so I guess that kind of explains it.

Many of the blocks (the buildings each have a block number) have been converted into mini museums with different exhibitions in them. One block was all about the Polish Jews, another was the hospital block which detailed the awful experiments the Nazis performed, another contained photos of the inmates (not all of them, as taking photos of each inmate was only done at the beginning, before it became too much of a chore when the amount of inmates increased). I found it quite hard walking into this block, into the hallway lined with thousands of photos of sad, desolate faces staring out at you. But I also found it really interesting to read the little blurbs under the photos, about what each person's job was before they came to the camp.

The block that had the biggest effect on me, however, was the exhibition entitled "Physical evidence of the Holocaust." When I walked up the stairs and turned right down the hallway I actually gasped at what I saw. Human hair. On a scale I wasn't prepared for. The hallway was probably 100m long, and the entire left hand side was full of human hair (behind glass, obviously). And it wasn't just on the floor. It was a HUGE, high pile, extending the entire length of the corridor. This was when I teared up, just thinking about all the people that this signified. I read a sign that said all the hair was discovered in sacks when the camp was liberated. It had been cut off the heads of all those who had been gassed, and kept by the Nazis who would then use it to fill pillowcases and sell it on for weaving and suchlike. The opposite side of the hallway was just as hard to take, being filled with all the shoes left behind from victims. This exhibition also contained all the suitcases, gold teeth that weren't melted down, jewelry and all the possessions that once belonged to the inmates. It's hard to take.

Aside from that exhibition, the eeriest part of the tour was walking in to the gas chamber that's at one end of the camp. You see the big ovens that the poisonous substances were loaded in to, and the heads that the gas came out of. A sign at the door asks for respectful silence as you walk through. That makes it even eerier. Another part that was really creepy to walk through was the prison in the basement of one of the blocks. The cells were miserably tiny, wet and dark and when I was walking through there was no-one else around and not a sound to be heard. Safe to say I didn't stay down there for long.

I had to go to the bathroom while I was at the camp. There was a public toilet block at the end, near the gas chamber, so I used that. Even that was creepy though, and made me wonder what the building was used for before it was toilets. I hope it was erected afterwards for visitors. So I have been to the toilet at Auschwitz. A weird thing to be able to say.

Auschwitz is the German name for the camp, the Polish name for it being Oswiecim, which is also the name of the town the camp it in. I found it really strange that Auschwitz is right in the middle of the town. I kind of expected it to be on it's own, away from everything. But no, it's right in the middle of shops, houses, schools etc. I was quite shocked to see a school right next door, and to see housing buildings over the barbed-wire fences. I can't imagine how anyone could want to live near such a site. But I guess maybe it's a way to ensure it's never left and forgotten about.

Auschwitz is probably the most interesting place I've ever visited. Definitely worth a visit, and though it's tough, it's so utterly worthwhile. I think the message to be taken away is not one of blame to the Nazis, but of recognition and understanding.

(I didn't get a lot of photos at the camp because you're not allowed to take pictures in most of the exhibitions. Some tourists took them anyway as there's no one around to police it, but I felt it respectful to obey their wishes).

Also, I read this the other day which I found really interesting. An Auschwitz survivor forgives and hugs her captor. There is good in the world. Have a read:
 http://www.stuff.co.nz/world/europe/76143495/auschwitz-survivor-tells-why-she-forgave-and-hugged-her-captor

xx

Amsterdam

Last week I had two and a half days off work, so I did a quick trip to Amsterdam. Flights were only 50 pound return and the flight from Luton airport was only 50 minutes! This is what I love about Europe. Whenever I travel to another country, the first thing I do after touching down is locate the place I'm staying at. Even if I get there well before check-in time, I like to know where I'm going to come back to, and where I can orientate myself from. Plus the front-counter staff are always super helpful with giving directions and will often keep your bags safe for you so you don't have to lug them around with you for the rest of the day. When I arrived at Amsterdam Schipol airport (where by the way, the male customs officers, policemen and currency counter workers are SERIOUSLY good looking), I took a train (it was double-decker which was interesting!) to Amsterdam central station and then took a tram from there to the stop nearest my hostel. When I got to the tram stop I was kind of confused as to how you paid for the trip, so I just jumped on the next tram, took a seat and figured someone came to collect money or something. But then I saw that everyone who boarded the tram after me put a card to a card-reader just inside the tram doors, before sitting down and then again before exiting. I was a bit worried then, because I didn't have a card and hadn't made any payment when I boarded. Oops! Plus the intercom kept saying "don't forget to check-out before exiting the tram". The last thing I wanted was to get fined as soon as I arrived in the country! But there wasn't anything I could do because you couldn't buy these card thingys on board. Sooooo I jumped off at the station I needed to and got the journey for free. I felt really bad for it, buuuuut it wasn't intentional.

I stayed at a place called StayOk Vondelpark, which was super easy to find. It was only about a 10 minute walk from the tram stop and I'd figured out the route before leaving England so it was no problem. The roads of Amsterdam are interesting though! There are tram tracks everywhere, cycle lanes that aren't marked as cycle lanes (I almost got hit by a cyclist a dozen times) and just general mayhem everywhere, so you really have to have your wits about you and be concentrating at all times. I got to my hostel unscathed though, and was in time to check-in to my room. It was such a nice hostel too! Super clean and modern, and my room has an ensuite bathroom, instead of a shared one down the hall which is always a bonus. There wasn't anyone else in my room when I got there, which was kinda nice actually.

Once I got sorted I decided to head out to check out some museums, which were literally just down the road. It was rainy and cold - perfect museum weather. I first went to the Rijk Museum, which is basically a 3-floor art gallery. It's the one that the I AMSTERDAM letters are outside, and the building itself is a sight to behold.

 The back entrance to the Rijk Museum

And the famous letters at the front entrance - I'm under the M!

I spent about 2 hours at this museum, it was absolutely fantastic. The main attractions were the large amounts of original Rembrandt's and a few Van Gogh's. I've decided I love Rembrandt's works but am not a massive fan of Van Gogh. I love how Rembrandt's works depict historical figures and events, and the amount of detail in them.

 Inside the Rijk Museum

Van Gogh's self portrait

Rembrandt's Night Watch - this painting is 3.6 x 4.4m and has ridiculous amounts of detail.

I loved this Rembrandt - Man in Oriental Dress - I just think he has so much personality, I love the way light is portrayed and I love his jewels.

Description of the above painting.

One thing I was delighted to come across in the Rijk Museum was the Doll's House of Petronella Oortman. I have recently finished reading The Miniaturist which is all about Petronella Oortman and her husband Johannes Brandt, who was a wealthy Dutch merchant, and the amazing dolls house he gave her as a wedding present. I had no idea they were historical figures and that the dolls house was real!! So to come across her actual dolls house in the museum was a real treat. It's HUGE and incredibly detailed and exactly as described in the book. I'm guessing the author spent many a day at the museum, staring at this dolls house.  Apparently having realistic dolls houses was a popular thing in 17th century Holland. 

The intricate interior. The house was made to replicate the Oortman's actual home.

Description of the dolls house.

This photo gives you an idea of the size of the thing.

Another gem in the Rijk musuem was the research library. Libraries are one of my favourite things in the world, and this one was just so impressive. It's the largest public art history library in The Netherlands, with works collected since 1885.

Isn't it amazing?!

I had to get a selfie inside. lol.

I left the museum at closing time and it was dark outside, so I decided to walk around and find a supermarket to get something for dinner. I found one, which was called 'Albert Hijn' which is a chain of supermarkets, apparently! I had no idea what 'supermarket' was in dutch so was just wondering around until I found it! I grabbed some food and took it back to the hostel. There was still noboby in my room so I ate my meal then spent the rest of the night reading the diary of Anne Frank before going to bed early (it had been an early morning) in preparation for the coming day.

I woke up to a roommate! Yay! Her name was Gabriella and she was from Brazil! She was super nice, and we went down to breakfast together after getting ready that morning. The breakfast spread at the hostel was epic! Cold meats and cheese, eggs, fresh bread rolls, breads and lots of spreads (including pots of nutella - yuss), fresh fruit, yoghurt, cereals, tea, coffee and juices! We were stoked, and made sure we had a big brekkie to keep us going. Gabriella hadn't booked anything to do that day so at breakfast was deciding what to do. I'd booked on a cycle tour that day, so unfortunately we didn't see much of each other for the rest of the day. But my tour didn't start till 12 so after breakfast we wandered down to the Albert Cuypmarkt - a huge street market, for a bit of a browse. It was an exceptional market, and it's there every day of the week. It had everything from clothes and shoes to furniture, homewares, gadgets, flowers, cheese, dutch baked goods, fried chicken, chocolates...you name it! 

So many lovely flowers

These flowers were glittery! Weird!

The Dutch do love their cheese.

Mmmmmmmm chocolate...

Dutch baked goods. The smell was divine!

After the market we parted ways (she went on a canal tour) and I went to meet up with my bike tour group. I did a city tour with the company Mike's Bike's (recommended by my sister who did one in Germany). We got some pretty sweet bikes to cruise around on and there were about 13 of us. Our tour guide was a super cool Canadian dude with a great sense of humour and extensive knowledge of dutch history. Cycling around Amsterdam is so much fun - it's really flat so it's not hard and with the cycle lanes, it's easy to get around. Plus cycling along the canals is so scenic. It's a great way to cover all the main sights as well. We went throught the lovely Vondelpark, to Museumplein (where all the main museums are - I went there on day one), through the stylish Jordaan area, past the Anne Frank House (the line was insane - I planned on going after the cycle tour but I would have had to wait at least 2 hours to get in. In the rain and cold wind. So I'll have to do that next time), through the Red Light District (wasn't as bad as I thought it would be - the girls had clothes on at least!), along the canals and ended up with a drink at a bar next to a windmill. It was so good, I would recommend it to anyone.

 Typical Amsterdam - houseboats and canals

The building with the white flag pole coming out of it is the Anne Frank House. The entrance is two houses down to the right, hence why you can't see the massive line to get in.

Windmill!

Charging points for electric cars are all over the city.

Pretty Amsterdam <3

That night my room mate and I went out for dinner and had bitterballen (traditional croquette type things) and dutch pancakes! They were very scrummy. The next morning I got an early bus to the airport and had to return to England. There is still so much I want to see and do in Amsterdam. Of all the cities I've been to, it's the one I want to return to the most. I loved it.

xx