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Amsterdam
December 2003 - January 2004
Day 1
Arrival
Day 2 Day 3 Day 4
New Year's Eve
Day 5
New Year's Day
Day 6 Day 7
& Departure

Day 5, New Year’s Day
New Year’s Day was little more than recovery and a couple of meals for us. Big snowflakes fell from the sky, but only accumulated in a few patches. At first they were charming and pretty, but in our short time outdoors they quickly became an irritant, blowing into our eyes and noses.
A sampler of remnants from the night before - a burnt out firework, a champagne bottle, and a cigarette butt all frosted with snow.
We had a last meal together with the entire group, since the Portlanders were headed back early the next morning. We ended up at Old Quarter Restaurant, a place with a wide variety of foods and a table for 9. I opted for a Dutch meal, a big meatball sitting atop a plate of mashed potatoes mixed with spinach, drenched in gravy. Good food for cold, hungover days!

(We found the same Pieter Bruegel placemats at almost every restaurant we visited.)

My throat got worse and SW’s ankle was swelling from a nasty turn the night before, so it was a really early night for us. It wasn’t long after that I heard the rest of the crew tromp through the hotel. But since the day was so empty, I'll fill the page with random images that don't really belong with anything specific, like this picture of a port-o-potty kicked into the canal that ducks were using as a dock..
One of the few wide spots on the canals.
At some point during the week we wandered past a bunch of outdoor stands selling everything from dog toys to flowers.
The canals at night are pretty, though the wider the street or canal, the harder the wind gusts in your face. There were times I dreaded crossing Damrak, the big, main street.
For some reason, The Blues Brothers are everywhere. Their sculptures adorn Bourbon Street bar, but countless  in other bars we saw posters and heard the soundtrack.
A photo of our gang at a random bar I can't recall.
Day 1
Arrival
Day 2 Day 3 Day 4
New Year's Eve
Day 5
New Year's Day
Day 6 Day 7
& Departure


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