My father agreed to come by car to the Netherlands and pick me up. And all my stuff :) THANK GOD ! He was going anyway - so I asked him to bring my friends as well. Anna and Martin came with my dad.
We met on the airport in Eindhoven, about 9:30 in the morning. They were there too early, and were forced to wait in the car since 5 am ! I felt really sorry for them, but at the same time I had terrible time on the plane... (the reason is known by few, proper people).
First day - we found our hotel La Residence, where my father was fighting with some chauvinistic dutch man, who was bothered with every single movement or talking... Ugh!
THIS IS HOW WE LOOKED AFTER GETTING TO OUR HOTEL ! I WAS DEAD ! Anna obviously too :)
In the evening my dad wanted to rest and we went for a party in Lent. We brought a lot of alcohol, which Anna and Martin bought in Poland.
It was quite nice time, although I was really sad to be there for the last time in my life :(
On the second day we went to Amsterdam, where we visited everything according to the puzzle tour that we did when I was there with ISN. Otherwise I wouldn't know where to go, because I totally don't know the city (besides, till the second visit I disliked this sin city).




We became convinced that having a car in the Netherlans is not that cheap. We had to pay about 25 euros for 4 hours of parking on the street. Craze !
Because there was a carnival (saturday - monday) all the clubs were filled with people dressed up, but we just went to O'shea's to have a beer and smoke a joint on our way there. That was boozy night ! I had literally "pub crawl".. (thanks to bartender, who offered after hours "all drinks on house").
On monday we went to the University Campus, to eat something in the Refter. After that we went to Maastricht, where the greatest carnival party in the city center takes place. It was really amazing, how people can have fun there. No stress, no worries. All the shops are closed for those 3 days in a year.
After that we left and started our 9hours journey back to Poland.
For me it was really sad. I started to feel good in Holland. Coming back to reality is always painful. But hey - that was not the last journey in my life (although the longest).
For me it was really sad. I started to feel good in Holland. Coming back to reality is always painful. But hey - that was not the last journey in my life (although the longest).
I gotta keep my head up, eh? ;)
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