Day two was not that much different from day one. It was strangely cold here, alot like winters in Louisiana, cool and wet, but the wind was the killer. Therefore, I found myself in a store looking for a jacket or the like. It was about that time that I discovered that the average European is quite dainty, as I was a bit too large to fit in to a normal XXL, which is quite troubling, but not surprising in the least.
I went out later that night, to celebrate Cindy, my predecessor at the tribunal, and pretty much the reason I have this job, leaving for London on Friday. We went to this nice little bar where the beer flowed like wine and good times were had by all, and we mourned the death of the King by listening to hours of his music.
During the day, whilst stumbling around town, I discovered this.
Could it be? Dutch Coonasses?
And then this guy thinks just because he has a miniature car, he is allowed to park on the sidewalk. Frikin Dutch
The aforementioned Dutch bar, SOHO and the Elvis loving bartender
Cindy's last night in Den Haag
I like Ike, but, clearly not more than the Dutch.
And, Finally
This is SPARTAAAAAA!
Wait, no, still Den Haag
1 comment:
Look again closely at the Leonidas sign: "Belgische Pralines." The Leonidas part is a clever ruse! Then they try to sneak in that Belgium exists propaganda. I'm sure you will have none of that.
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