Travelling in Europe- Notes/Stories/Experiences — 2018
<p>Amsterdam</p>
<p>My mind is sailing to a tangerine sunrise. As it blinds my eyes, I wish for the sunglasses I left on the unmade bed in the Airbnb post gobbling down on a ‘slipped my mind kind of homemade slice’ from Aunt Mary. I try and hurtle against the sunlight as I swerve on the rented bike through the unknown streets of Amsterdam. Riding over canals and past coffee shops where the hearts of the locals assemble to smoke high-class pot.</p>
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<p>London</p>
<p>Drinking on the curb after a night of talking shit in a pub that has a backdrop of extremely heavy metal ambience. The Ambience seeps from the punk posters on the walls to the writing on the bathroom doors. A whole lot of trashy sounds are echoed through the pub. It’s wandering in museums, nodding to the historians, the innovators, the thinkers, the philosophical drinkers and looking at things from a time when arts and science were equal brothers and sisters– prestigious and informative.</p>
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