Amsterdam
I miss Indonesian food. Authentic Indonesian food. And that is what Zurich lacks. Since there are so many Indonesian living in Holland, the logic would be: there must be lot of Indonesian restaurants! When I told Lanard that I will go to Amsterdam, she insists to go along. The set of Rijsttafel. :)) The next morning, like regular tourists, we do the tourist thing by checking the windmill... and try to get high at the night... If it takes you forever to roll a joint, and you want fast, get the space cake. You get high before you know it. Another morning after we are back on earth, we take a train journey. I miss Zürich already. Afternoon tea. Or Beer in my case. And... for my late lunch... Babi Panggang! Roasted pork. :) Forget about skinny French Fries. It's huge Dutch Fries. Handled better when stoned. ;) Not long until we figure out that everything here is about sex.