I uploaded a short video on one of the potential evils of staying at a hostel. It consisted of the snores of one of the guys in my room. Little did I know that later on in the night, all the guys got together in their sleeps and played a symphony for me. At one point, all three were snoring, and due to their different breathing rates, all the torturous stars aligned for a brief moment. This meant that there was a continuous tone of snores. When one person stopped to take a breath, the other one picked up where the last one left off. It was a dial tone of snores. I couldn't help but to laugh a little, but it quickly turned to despair. I did come somewhat prepared with earplugs and the noise of the fan drowned out the snores just enough that I was able to get some rest. I think I will give Airbnb a try next time.
One good thing about the hostel is that breakfast is included in the price. The breakfast was pretty decent. What I would always remember is not the decent quality of breakfast; instead, it was a young lady's dedication to eat the breakfast. As I stood in line, there was a young lady in her early 20's with short purple hair. She was ahead of me with her empty tray and eager to get the chewing started. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the unmistakable international symbol/movement of puking: dry heaving with the "o" mouth and a slightly expose tongue tip. Sure enough, a white volcano erupted with putred lava, but she was a champion. She easily contained the spill of molten stomach acid onto her empty tray. She casually walked behind the food counter, where only employees could go. She turned on the faucet and started cleaning her tray. An employee walked over to see what the fuss was all about but quickly ducked away. Purple hair girl finished cleaning her tray and got back in line. She will always be a champion of breakfast in my heart.
After breakfast, I took a quick stroll through Amsterdam Museum. It was my 7th museum I believe. I bought one of those 3 day pass that would give me access to transit as well as most of the local museums. I basically OD'ed on going to museums. I am okay with not seeing one for the next 10 years. It reminded me of that time when I could eat all the fries I wanted at home. Needless to say, I didn't eat fries for a while after that. Only time could heal my wound. Instead of checking out more museums, I thought I would clean my palate with something slightly different, windmills. A quick train ride took me to an area with a few windmills just outside of the city. I had to compete with bus loads of tourists, but it was still a neat experience to see one up close and personal. I got to run around inside of a windmill for 4 Euros. It was worth it even with the risk of being trampled by other tour groups.
On the way back to the train station, I came across a bunch of kids swimming around and jumping off bridges. A part of me was glad that these kids still have the opportunity to play as kids do back before the invasion of modern digital entertainment. I didn't see a cellphone on them. Good news, the new iPhone is water resistant. I am sure kids will be surfing the internet while surfing the waves soon enough. Until next time!