All on my own

Well, for the first time in my life, I’m not surrounded by friends or family. I just left Wally and company at the train station; they are returning to Amsterdam and I am off to Prague. I whole heartedly enjoyed my time in A’dam It is a city with so much history and heritage that myself, coming from a babe of a country, can only gape and marvel at it’s extensive heritage. The last two days have been very relaxing for me, as we stayed with Wally’s sister’s boyfriend’s (Moses) parents. We were thrown into a traditional Samoan party the minute we arrived; we were treated to traditional Samoan songs and dancing. Samoan dancing seems to be comprised of getting drunk, hoping around, hooting and slapping your chest while trying to put out a fire with your body. Strange traditions for a very friendly people.

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High Speed Trains and Samoan Parties

It seems ironic that I travelled to Europe to write, and yet so far my writing has been less then forthcoming. Perhaps it’s only a matter of getting away from the Internet, because when I’m connected it’s as if all those possibilities prevent me from focusing on just one thing. So it’s only when I’m on my computer and not on the Internet that I find the time to actually sit down and write.

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The Flotilla of Faggots

Ordinarilly, I would view the word ‘Faggot’ as offensive and prejudiced. However, this phrase is the only thing that can properly describe the Gay Pride Day in Amsterdam that I witnessed today. I’ve been here for one week and one day, and there’s a lot to talk about, but I also find it hard to convey what I’m doing here in a manner that makes sense. Right now, I’m just chilling with Wally and his wife, enjoying the sights and sounds of a very strange city. I think I might leave more verbose descriptions for another day.