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Back in Amsterdam, and the Dutch prove their worth. At least they know what to do with PCs. |
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Upon arrival in Amsterdam, I notice something odd. It seems the, so called, Hotel Rembrandt bought the Mexican package rather then the actual Rembrandt package, of course, this was proof of the new Europe, spending money on idiotic hats rather then machines of war to grind each other to peices. Cute! Of course at this point I was far to jet-lagged to care. |
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Waiting at the Amsterdam train station, heading to Brussels. Of course, I didn't realy see the purpose of a train as one could easily walk there, given a day. |
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Arrival in Brussels. And at the wrong train station. That's supposed to be the EU parliaiment in the background. But it's not. And I'm dam lost! |
