I really try to be as honest as possible when I’m writing my travel posts. I thoroughly enjoy writing, especially about travelling, but I have more than a handful of locations in my ‘Destinations’ tab that consist merely of a few sentences about the place. Usually (in every instance) this is because Paul and I have drank instead of sightseeing then spent the consequent day recovering, and obviously this is what happened in Amsterdam.
We took the train from Brussels at 6.45am to arrive in Amsterdam for just after 10am. We booked our return tickets in advance on the Trainline website for €19 each, and the trains were painless; quiet, clean and spacious enough to sleep on.
We really did try to see some of the city. We walked around the city centre for two hours or so, seeing plenty of canals, the Red Light District, Dam Square and the Damrak shopping street.
And that was it. Because we were only visiting for the day we decided against both the Rijksmuseum and the Anne Frank Museum. We went to the Bulldog, ate a space cake and drank some pints and then ate our way through the rest of the day. Several portions of chips and mayonnaise, cakes, anything we could find really.
Before we visited, I never thought the city would appeal to me, but now we’ve seen a snippet of it I would definitely return for a few days. We’ve seen so many places across Europe, apart from in the North. Now that we’ve ventured into new territory, we can’t wait to return and see so much more of Central and Northern Europe.