Dragback
People always say "That was a lovely holiday, but it's nice to be back". Nonsense! It's far greater to be out there. Amsterdam's a damned paradise. In the past couple of days I've been forlornly continuing my tour using Google Street View, pretending the sudden jumps in travelling speed are due to the fumes of a nearby coffee shop. This is probably the hardest post-holiday come down I've experienced. When years ago I went to the Netherlands and told myself "When I'm finished with university I will move here" I let the thought drift away from me. This time it won't be so easy. I can feel specks of Amsterdam ground into me this time, and they won't come out. I can feel its energy, the gentle pulse that makes the days (and nights) sparkle with possibility.
If it was Stab City where every time I walked out the door I felt a stiletto jammed between my ribs and thought "Oh god, it's Johnny Stab again. He does this far too often now" then probably my natural bumpkin instincts would take over and bring me back to the countryside that makes me so comfortable, but Amsterdam actually feels safer than my home town. Even the crack dealers are extremely friendly, wishing me a nice night in response to me not wanting to buy crack. That's just lovely. What a nice crack dealer. I'm sure he sells only lovely crack.
When I have time I'll start my writeup of the whole trip, but I'll end with a picture for now, hidden as it is behind the cut.
If it was Stab City where every time I walked out the door I felt a stiletto jammed between my ribs and thought "Oh god, it's Johnny Stab again. He does this far too often now" then probably my natural bumpkin instincts would take over and bring me back to the countryside that makes me so comfortable, but Amsterdam actually feels safer than my home town. Even the crack dealers are extremely friendly, wishing me a nice night in response to me not wanting to buy crack. That's just lovely. What a nice crack dealer. I'm sure he sells only lovely crack.
When I have time I'll start my writeup of the whole trip, but I'll end with a picture for now, hidden as it is behind the cut.