After nearly missing our flight because of a ticket error (don’t ask), we (Shannon and I) hopped on our 9 hour flight.. a mere hop skip and jump over the Atlantic. Because of our ticket issue, we got “upgraded” to a nicer seat..... in economy of course. I should say, in all my years of travel, I have yet to experience a harder and more uncomfortable seat than the one on KLM. Arg. My least favorite part of travelling is ending up on a flight with a bad seat. Oh the pain... the horror. I joke, but I honestly think that having to sit for 9 hours on a hard seat is a mild form of torture that should be made illegal.
So, as I descended on Amsterdam demoralized and frustrated, the only think I could think about was finding our hotel. After the usual lineup through immigration and collecting our bags, we literally walked over to our hotel called the CitizenM. Hello swanky! I’ve decided I want a shower that has its own glowing lights in variable colours... with a remote control. But, I think I will pass on the toilette with glass doors - what’s the point.
Anyhow, straight to bed. A couple of hours later I painfully dragged myself out of bed (or rather was forced by Shannon), mindful of combating jet lag and arriving in Rwanda somewhat alert. Then we took the train 15 minutes from the airport to check out the red light district. We had dinner and then indulged in some of the local culture...so to speak. After walking around a bit we hit up a “coffee bar”, which are easily found everywhere in this area. Funny thing though, the only thing I saw on the menu were different varieties of marijuana. Apparently the “silver haze” is the “uplifting” kind, as described on the menu. The other kinds?: “Heavy stone”. “Strong”, etc.
Hookers, drugs, sex shows... all seemingly clean, organized and “normal”. Fun novelty to observe, but Amsterdam Red Lights aren’t what we are looking for...... RWANDA OR BUST!
So, as I descended on Amsterdam demoralized and frustrated, the only think I could think about was finding our hotel. After the usual lineup through immigration and collecting our bags, we literally walked over to our hotel called the CitizenM. Hello swanky! I’ve decided I want a shower that has its own glowing lights in variable colours... with a remote control. But, I think I will pass on the toilette with glass doors - what’s the point.
Anyhow, straight to bed. A couple of hours later I painfully dragged myself out of bed (or rather was forced by Shannon), mindful of combating jet lag and arriving in Rwanda somewhat alert. Then we took the train 15 minutes from the airport to check out the red light district. We had dinner and then indulged in some of the local culture...so to speak. After walking around a bit we hit up a “coffee bar”, which are easily found everywhere in this area. Funny thing though, the only thing I saw on the menu were different varieties of marijuana. Apparently the “silver haze” is the “uplifting” kind, as described on the menu. The other kinds?: “Heavy stone”. “Strong”, etc.
Hookers, drugs, sex shows... all seemingly clean, organized and “normal”. Fun novelty to observe, but Amsterdam Red Lights aren’t what we are looking for...... RWANDA OR BUST!
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