Amsterdam In Technicolor! ...Not Really. Just Pictures.

Everyone keeps raving about how informative and beautiful my photo tour of London was, so much like Harold and Kumar, I'm going to Amsterdam for the sequel.

(By the by, this is my second post about Amsterdam-- the first is below, so read that first)

This first picture(I like to call it "Buddha Triumphant!") I found in an absolutely delicious Chinese restaurant. How in the world does this thing not fill you with happiness? I love a any religion where the figurehead is fat, bald, and filled with what appears to be utterly euphoric joy. That's how I hope to be in later life-- mainly because it's probably the most I can hope for.


This place made the most delicious sandwiches in the entire world. I ate there twice. They put hard boiled eggs on their baguettes, and the proprietor was this kindly old man I kind of want to be my new favorite uncle. If you're in Amsterdam, make sure to eat there. I forget where it is, though, so you'll have to go door to door.

You know those assholes who think there's nothing to do in Amsterdam but get high? Well the hell with them. You can also learn about getting high. It's a place of education, dammit. Why else would you hear people having such deep, life-affirming conversations? For instance, several people on our trip came to the conclusion that (affect pothead voice in inner monologue now) "the whole world is a stage, man. It's like we sit here, and we're the audience, and the set changes, and the actors change, but it's all a stage. We're just watching, man." Nothing but the solid education found in Amsterdam could produce such knowledge. That or it was the mushrooms, I dunno.


This is the entirety of the men's restroom in the Old Sailor pub. I mean, all of it-- my ass was up against the door. The second time I visited the restroom the change on the floor was gone. This means, obviously, that someone actually stuck their hand in several people's urine in order to retrieve about five cents Euro. What the hell is wrong with people?


Here's a sign I found outside of the 1-up store. Unfortunately, they didn't sell turtle shells or flower power. The signs outside of the stores were pretty handy, though, as they let everyone know what drugs are sold there-- obviously, this store sold mushrooms. I was a bit confused why places to buy and smoke marijuana were called "coffeeshops," however. I was in several of these and never saw one that had an actual coffee machine. I feel bad for the poor, unsuspecting tourists that walk in there.
"Can I have a mocha latte, please?"
"Sorry, we don't serve coffee here."
"Oh... Well, I guess I'll just get fucked up on hash."