Vague memories

That day, Cousin Rain organize a 'yum cha' session with me and C. We went Sushi King at Ipoh Parade. Actually the main reason was to exchange photos. But it doesn't hurt to eat and chat at the same time right.....

Me : So have you blogged about our Euro Trip?

C : Oh yeah.. I blogged until Italy already. You leh?

Me : er ha ha ha..... still in Amsterdam chapter...

C: Wah..that must be some really long blog u are doing....

Me:

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And so now you find me back on the blogging board on a hot Sunday afternoon trying to remember what I do on Day 3 of Amsterdam. Got a bit of panic attack so I IM Cousin Rain. However she got terminal insomnia. The last I read, she is still mumbling over the IM so...I will just bla.. whatever I remembered.

Day 3 in Amsterdam is pretty much an indoor day as we had almost completed all outdoor activities. Remembered I started the day looking the black board where some one wrote 13 degree celcius. I remarked to admin staff its a nice tempreture to be walking around. She glanced up and told me that was yesterday's. With that, she killed my subtle attempt at small talk.

I remembered the long queue to buy the Amsterdam card. Its a powerful tourist card if you know how to use it. By the time we got our cards, it was actually late morning and the first place Cousin Rain dragged us is to this Museum of Comtemporary Arts.

There supposely house the Furniture Musuem. Its originally next to the Historical Musuem BUT its now under renovation and the current place is near the railway station. The interior of the musuem is segregated into a lot of small rooms and the arts are mostly sound and lights ie.. there was the video of the tape rewinding and rewinding, sound of tape forwarding and forwarding, sound of some guy who got nothing to do, dragging a stick across someone's gate and some light effect as below.

While I was wondering from room to room searching for the furniture that were suppose to be there, I got this revelation. "I don't understand contemporary arts. *Gasp* They are......... comtemporary". In the end, there were furnitures but very few and the furniture I liked most is the bean bags in the lobby.

I think I was a bit traumatised by the musuem until I can't remember anything much after that until the boat ride in the evening. Courtesy to the Amsterdam Card, we got 2 free boat tour around the city but we only utilize one.

The boat ride itself is nothing remarkable cause we have seen all there is to see during the bicycle ride. The deepest impression that I had was the boathouses along the canal. People actually live and breed there. Its a home, a cosy one too. Don't ask what happen to the sofa when it rains. I had no idea either. And don't ask me about sewage... No idea too. But to be fair I am sure the sewage went to where sewage go cause I didn't saw any floating matter or you would have seen it in this blog. Ha ha.. and no I don't know anything about postage and addresses. I am a tourist not a citizen.

Further down the street from the boat tour station, there is this really fantastic pancake house. Pancakes is a MUST TRY in Amsterdam. Now this pancake house is not the Paddington Pancake house in U1. This one only have Amsterdam Pancakes and nothing else.

We ordered 2 types ( no budget to eat more), the bacon pancake and rum and raisin. It was the best pancake I ever ate and I am not a pancake lover. Those who would like try an Amsterdam pancake can go Paddington but they only have one type and its beef.

I think they put too much rum in the pancake cause I can't remember much after that until the Sex Musuem. But before that I remember we rush into this fast food vending machine food stall and snaped tons of pictures. I had a vague recollection of the sales staff's bewildered face. Crazy asians.

We even manage to try their local speciality, the "Croque". It cost E2.50 per piece but its free with the Amsterdam card. You have to find the shop first and its near Rembrantplaine. We almost gave up hope looking for it until we stumbled upon it. Lucky us. By the way its beef.

The grand finale of Day 3 is the S.e.x Museum. Its E3.00 per entry and you have to pay even if you have the Amsterdam Card. It was an eye opener for the sexually conservative Asians. I took quite a lot of photos including the flasher who gave me a scare. This museum is 3 storey high full of well....sexual stuff including some historical figures.

This above wax figure is Mata Hari, the first stripper in Europe. The wax figure actually looked like her down to the sagging boobs. Though I am dying to show the full length of her, I had to truncate this for she is not wearing anything underneath. The poor dear was actually shot to death, not because she was a stripper but because she was supected a spy.

A friend of mine who had the previleage to view my entire collection of s.e.x museum shots remarked that this the coolest ashtray he'd ever seen. Well my friend...that is not an ashtray, it's a basin. Does that look like an ashtray?

And folks that's what I vaguely remembered of Day 3.