My European Vacation
A Different Kind of Trip
| John had heard a lot about Amsterdam, so I followed him to this rather unique city. |  |
| I couldn't get over how openly drugs are sold, advertised, and used here. I stopped to take a photo of this storefront, only belatedly realizing that that blue thing on the left was actually a little boy some hoodlums had hung up on the wall! |  |
| At the Amsterdam Pizza Land, we were waited on by the memorably beautiful Wenda. Later, we spent the evening at a notable hash bar, the world-famous Milky Way, which I discovered is right across from the police station! |  |
| The canals of Amsterdam, at night. I have no recollection of taking this picture. |  |
| I had quite the experience, visiting Amsterdam. I was pretty wiped out the next day. (John doesn't look all that chipper either, here at our latest hostel.) We headed back to England today; I slept through the train ride and the channel crossing. (But I do remember a little cherubic boy singing to himself, behind me on the train in England. The song was Frankie Goes to Hollywood's "Power of Love".) |  |
| Out of my brain on the 5:15. |  |
| I can hear the French horn even now, playing that familiar Quadrophenia theme. The amusement pier at Brighton. |  |
| We had dinner from a fish and chips shop in Brighton, which we ate in someone unsuspecting soul's driveway, under their garage light. For the night, we treated ourselves to an English bed and breakfast. John was restless though so we walked to Soho, checking out some of that adult peepshow action. (Sorry, no pictures.) The next day we took a bus to Amesbury and visited Stonehenge. |  |
| The triptychs. |  |
| Since it was around the Summer Solstice, the authorities had surrounded the Salisbury Plain with barbed wire, protecting the standing stones from trespassing Wiccans. The next day, we went to Oxford, for personal reasons... |
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