The Dam
Saturday morning in Amsterdam, tired and sleepy
Tuesday morning in Amsterdam, tired and sleepy
At the time when we arrived, Phil had had no sleep for 72 hours, and I’d only caught a fitful four hours on the first night. We were clocking in at five full days of continuous consciousness between us. Too much.
Many thanks to Jules Howarth, our Dutch manager, for putting us up, showing us around and laying on a great party to make us feel at home in the Dam.
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Amsterdam DepartureEastern European buskers accompany our kickabout with a pair of Nigerian students as we head for Berlin Duration: 0min 29sec |
Posted by Christian
The Armourer says:
April 3rd, 2002 at 4:04 pm
Have you lads got shooters yet?
Chris says:
April 7th, 2002 at 10:46 am
Nope… but been drinking lots of vodka shooters here in sunny (but snow-covered) Moscow…
karin says:
April 10th, 2002 at 7:39 pm
no football in venice - more like icicles - bought some gloves and an umbrella - gloves turned out to have moths in them and started to fall off my hands - hope life is warmer for you both. lots of love and good to read your news.
Chris says:
April 11th, 2002 at 7:19 am
Karin (Mum!): that explains why I can’t get through to you on the phone… silly old me, I totally forgot that you’re on holiday…
Moscow is actually surprisingly warm, but looking forward to Tashkent later today, and some real heat.
Meeting Richard Hamilton in Samarkhand on Sunday, and then visiting my grandfather’s grave on the way to Bukhara on Tuesday. Very much looking forward to it… he was born in Providence, Rhode Island, died in Samarkhand… a nomadic spirit (though perhaps not out of choice) whom I already feel a great kinship with.