It came to me as a surprise: the.ego.tripper didn’t break down (I’m talking about the blog, not about me personally). Since I won the Travel Blog Award on Monday night (and because my post on Lisbon got ‘freshly pressed‘ by WordPress on Tuesday), I’ve welcomed more than 10.000 enthusiastic visitors, who have been clicking and commenting like mad men. And women. I thank you all.
In the meantime I had a job to do though. A tough one. I was invited to go see the Cirque du Soleil show Corteo in Amsterdam. With train tickets and one night in a hotel near the central station. First of: if you ever go to Amsterdam, don’t book a room at the Quentin Arrivé. Or as the mayor of the hotel on Foursquare says: “It’s a dump. Very nice if you are stoned. Otherwise, run for your life!” But anyway, I got it for free, so I can’t complain too much, can I? Besides, I had a wonderful day, starting with a visit to Cirque du Soleil’s backstage and talking to some of their performers. Quite impressive isn’t it? (I’m not sure if they saw me filming this, but I guess they won’t mind. At least I didn’t film during the show, which was absolutely amazing by the way. Loved every minute of it!)
Anyway, when I woke up this morning, after a short night, it was raining in Amsterdam. As usual, I hate to admit. Every time I go, it’s fuç*ing raining. And I always forget to bring my umbrella. Still I managed to take a few snapshots for you, on my way from the hotel to the train station. Quite miserable snapshots if you ask me: on the wrong side of the love window, boats without tourists parked close to the station, too many bikes. I promise to write a more touristy report on Amsterdam some day.
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