Hello, hello! I’m back from Holland safe and sound!
I made it home from Amsterdam on Sunday evening around 7 o’clock, after what can only be described as an exhausting, but most enjoyable trip.
We visited the lace factory, went up a windmill, toured the tulip fields, and visited a few museums. And if you believe that you’ll believe anything.
We met up in the hotel bar of the Ramada Hotel at Glasgow airport at 9pm last Thursday evening, and finished up in a small upstairs pub in the Red Light district of Amsterdam in the early hours of Sunday morning. In between, we drank, roamed, drank, ate, drank, made nuisances of ourselves, drank, posed with tourists on every corner, drank, and on the odd occasion we threw in a few hours of sleep.
It was much warmer than any of us were expecting, which was good news for the sun worshippers in the group. Most afternoons and early evenings were spent sitting outside in squares, pavement bars, and alongside the canals, with a bottled lager in one hand and a sly vodka in the other. If it weren’t for my Glengarry, my head would have been burnt to buggery.
You can imagine my horror, therefore, when we arrived off the plane in Glasgow hoping for a cool breeze and clouds, only to be met with a blazing sunshine and blue skies. It was even hotter in Glasgow on Sunday than it was in Amsterdam!
– 27-hour marathon session from 9pm Thursday until midnight Friday
– Lord Skelmorlie making it to 50 years of age
– Big Chap being awarded his white hackle from the Group Captain
– The Group Captain being approached by a rent boy
– The many other laughs along the way
My idea for a Jekyll and Hyde concept chapbook about Amsterdam is looking good. Combining the notes I took on this trips against the ones I wrote in September, could make for an interesting look at the city in the form of poetry. I’ll start assembling what I have and there are still quite a few poems still to come out that are floating around in my head.
Pictures shall follow – hopefully.