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.