De rekening
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The bill (the reckoning!)
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This knowledge imparted, the first thing I wanted to do was, of course, try to speak Dutch with some Dutch people. As it happens, it's impossible to learn Dutch in Amsterdam. As soon as they heard my (admittedly awful) accent, people answered me in English, often as soon as I even said hello. My host, also Dutch, very patiently let me finish my sentence before asking if I required some cough medicine.
I knew there would be a lot of bikes there, but this was ridiculous. The day I arrived was the beginning of Student Entry Week. Lots of hazing rituals left right and centre, and of course, all of these students travelled by bike. My host exclaimed regularly about how many people there were in the city, he couldn't believe it.
I went on a walking tour on my second day to have a more detailed look round, and the first thing our tour guide said was that Amsterdamers were perfectly friendly people until you put them on a bike. If you hear a bell, run like hell, he warned. That turned out to be only slightly exaggerated. A lot of streets have space for cars, space for bikes, and pedestrians go wherever's left. My host had two bells on his bike: the first one was for "please notice me", and the second was for "get the hell out of my way!"
You could rent either tourist bikes or Amsterdam bikes. Tourist bikes are usually brightly coloured and have the name of the rental company on them, they single you out as a tourist but they also mean that people are more likely to give you a wide berth. As I was staying with a local, he took me to the bike shop opposite his flat and I rented a civilian bike for half the price. Not only did I blend in much easier, but I could also ring my (disappointingly soft) bell to scare the tourists out of the bike lane.
A lot of these bikes in Amsterdam seemed to have important messages to impart. As you can see on the photos, several saddles have messages. These are actually from companies. When it rains, some companies will go outside and put promotional saddle covers on the bikes outside, thereby both helping by protecting the bike and morally indebting the cyclist to come and do some shopping or whatever at that company.
The Begijnhof, béguinage in French, can't say it in English, was interesting because it's still at the medieval street level. Most of Amsterdam is more or less knee-deep below sea level, but this court was a good metre below that. There is the Catholic chapel and the English Reformed Church. That was also where another girl and I lost our tour guide: we'd finished looking around the church, so we came out and waited for the others. After a while, having seen nobody come out, we went back in to look for them and found that they had done a rather efficient vanishing act.
Amsterdam is criss-crossed by loads of canals, but there are roughly half the number now as there used to be because a lot of these canals have been blocked up to make wider streets. Several bridges have the Parisian Pont Neuf syndrome of padlocks hanging off sides and chains. Lovers put padlocks on, the city comes and removes them, more are put on, more are removed. Interdependence of the species, one cannot live without the other. Almost Darwinian.
Down one canal was a huge floating flower market where absolutely everyone sold tulips. Apparently, the people who buy the most tulips there are the locals, but it has become a bit of a tourist attraction, so the shops now carry wooden tulips and tulip magnets for the visitors.
The cheese seller was a bit fed up of trigger-happy tourists! I loved the names of some of these shops. Hummushouse was a chain I had never heard of before, one I can't really see making much of a profit in France, and Coffeeshop Reefer was nice and clear about its intentions. De Bierkoning is the beer king, and Febo is a fast-food place. Cheeseburgers, sausages and whatever are in self-service vending machines which are kept at a constant high temperature in order to keep the food warm. You put in exact change, the little door opens and you collect your food. My host presented this to me as being "the fastest fast food in the world... and when the price is round (1€ or 2€ rather than 1.65€ for example), it's even faster".
I walked around the red light district with my host, who was doing an amazing tour guide impression and telling me all about the city's attempts to replace prostitution windows with art collections, fashion designers and student lodgings... then whenever we went past a particularly attractive girl, he would slowly stop talking and start drooling. The red light district has been reduced by half in recent years, promoting a slew of posters such as the one above asking not to destroy the industry completely. The ladies rent out rooms with red lights over the windows for a sum of between 80 and 200 euros for eight hours. In one eight-hour shift, they'll have an average of fifteen customers, paying an average of fifty euros each. The time spent on each customer is evaluated at 15 minutes, but it actually turned out recently that the average was closer to six minutes per client. These girls are professionals.
In three days in Amsterdam, I visited three museums, one of which was the Body Worlds museum. It's actually a chain of museums, there's one in Berlin, another one in Dublin, and several others around the world. My host had found it fascinating and was sure that I would too, which I did. They had used human bodies, people who had donated their bodies to the exhibition, and done things like slice them up, take them apart or spread them out to show what was inside. The first picture shows the human body depicted only through its nerves. The most impressive to my mind were the organs or limbs that had been dissolved except for the blood vessels, which had been preserved in the exact shape of the original organ.
One that I very much wanted to see was the Kattenkabinet, more of a curiosity cabinet than a museum in itself. It held a collection of photos, adverts and various posters featuring cats in some shape or form. Actually fascinating, and we even got a chance to play the piano. After that, my host had a brainwave and started looking something up on his phone. We picked up the bikes again and headed off to a surprise destination, which turned out to be a cat café where we drank tea in the company of seven cats.
There are two famous painters in Amsterdam, Rembrandt and Van Gogh. I wanted to go to the Van Gogh museum, but was a bit apprehensive of the reputedly enormous queue, so my host advised me to buy a "fast-track" ticket online. Which I did, but upon arriving there, it turned out that every person in the street-long queue had a fast-track ticket. The museum was nice, though, very spacious and I didn't even have to fight through crowds of Japanese tourists trying to photograph one tiny picture.