A chronicle of the whimsical jaunts of this guy as he goes around some foreign places looking for food.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

On my way out...

Just waiting by Amsterdam Centraal before I leave on the overnight train to Copenhagen. In a way, I'm grateful to be leaving. Amsterdam is, for the most part, a beautiful tourist trap. I was lucky to have found ways to avoid the ubiquitous buses and tour groups, but, alas, I feel it is time to move on.

Perhaps being on a train for 10 hours will heighten my appreciation for dry land. I'll go north, where it's colder, and gets dark later. It's already strange to my circadian rhythms that it gets light at 5:30 and stays that way until 11:00, it will be even stranger when I travel a few hundred miles north. I'll be a Stranger in a Stranger Land.

Does the world really like McDonalds all that much?! I, for one, can't stomach it anymore, despite the years of strength training I had in my youth. It makes me physically ill. To be honest, the Scandanavian cuisine has been pretty bland so far, so that might be one explanation to it's popularity. To give you some clue as the extent of the blandness, the most flavorful Dutch dish I've sampled was the pea soup... not saying much. Makes me want to go back to Split Pea Andersons when I'm back in California. If I remember correctly, the Split Pea Andersons along Hwy 99 (not the one along I-5) has cute cartoon placards tracing the royal lineage of the Dutch monarchy. The culture here, as well as the climate, could not be more opposite than that of Central Valley California.

The homogeneity of the European peoples, as is expressed by the immigrant chimeras of America, is baffling. I figure that I must be, some small part, northern European. If not, at least some people that I know much be as well. However, despite those Morrocans, Pakistanis, Japanese, Turkish and Middle-Upper Asians who have integrated themselves in a Dutch lifestyle, the phenotype of Dutch physiology is just as you'd expect. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, sharp facial features. I can distinct recognize the physical difference between them and say, a Brit or a German. They are unique. Such an immediate (and granted, hasty) approximation, is clearly full of holes, but stands for at least simple analysis. In short, they are a melting pot, but have retained a substantial sense of self-identity.

Well, enough of that heady nonsense. I should apologize, some persons have been urging that I attempt to upload some pictures. Unfortunately, these internet cafes don't give me the ability to access my CF cards at these terminals. It will have to wait. You can be sure that as soon as I get access, I'll post a few morsels.

Often wrong,


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds fun!

Keep it up!!!

7/09/2005 8:23 PM  
Anonymous Brad said...

That was me by the way. :)

7/09/2005 8:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I want to use more exclamation points than brad!!!!!

I miss you, Casey - watch out for those Irish-Americans.


7/09/2005 8:24 PM  
Anonymous Mags said...

Shit, I did it, too. That was Maggie, obviously...

7/09/2005 8:25 PM  
Anonymous The Dark Hollow "Old Ones" said...

So you are riding the rails for a long period of time. Hope your day is going better than ours did, as for excitement, that is. The longest train ride I have ever taken was over night from Denver to Chicago and since the berth was made while we were having supper, I can't tell you a bit of what it looked like outside. I will say that it's a great place to meet people however. It's always nice to meet different people in a new place. Good trip now, ya'hear. Miss you.

7/09/2005 8:58 PM  
Anonymous J.E. Sandino III said...

That's it? no more amsterdam? coffee shops? I hope you visited no more or less than 34. what about the redlight! the porno museum! the live sex sh...i mean musical theater!

i hope copenhagen is a beer.

anyway man safe travels.

and dude, did you NOT expect the one irish american to make a scene?

"I've wanted to be called 'sir' all my life, but the closest I ever got was, 'sir, you're making a scene.'"

7/09/2005 9:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


My advice for those hostels: wear sandals in the shower. trust me.

7/10/2005 1:21 AM  

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