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Wanderlust Part 1: Hong Kong and London
Wanderlust Part 2: Paris, Swiss Alps
Wanderlust Part 3: Florence and Rome
Wanderlust Part 4: Rome to Venice
Wanderlust Part 5: Salzburg and Vienna
Wanderlust Part 6: Budapest to Krakow
Wanderlust Part 7: Krakow, Auschwitz and Prague
Wanderlust Part 8: Berlin and Amsterdam
Day 26: January 19th, Amsterdam
Marijuana use is tolerated in Amsterdam. We were warned about the side effects and cautioned to be very careful, but in my mind there’s no point in going to any of the cafes, because you can practically get high by breathing in this place.
I have some special plans for today, which I worked out last night. I’m going to visit the Ten Boom Museum in Holland. It won’t be easy, but it seems doable, so I’m going to give it my best shot.
I catch the tram to Amsterdam Central, and get on a train down to Holland, about 45 minutes out of Amsterdam. The train is absolutely gorgeous, with WiFi and plush seats that wouldn’t be out of place in a movie theatre.
Once I’m in Holland, I stop into Starbucks for breakfast, and follow the excellent signage to the Ten Boom Museum. And I’m in time for the only English tour that day!
The Hiding Place is one of my favourite books, and to actually stand in the secret room where eight people hid from the Nazis (and were never found) is surreal. It was definitely worth the trip down here. I’ve lived a piece of history today.
Once I make my way back to Amsterdam, I can’t resist heading into a cheese store since we missed out yesterday. I end up choosing regular gouda and pesto gouda. They’re vacuum sealed so they’ll keep and I can get them through customs as well.
It’s the final night of the Winter Spirit tour, and it ends with another dinner cruise on the river. Afterwards we walk through the city as a group, snapping pictures and admiring the figure skaters. My phone falls into a puddle, but it’s miraculously undamaged.
Tomorrow, a lot of people won’t be joining us to head back to London. Some are staying in Amsterdam for a while, others are going to other countries, and some are simply going home. But not me. I’m seeing this trip through, right to the end.
Day 27: January 20th, Amsterdam to London
The morning comes, and there’s a lot of goodbyes in the dining room. The few of us who are going back to London climb onto the coach for the final time. We started with about fifty on December 28th. People have arrived and left, and now there’s about twenty. And I’m one of the only ones from the original group who did the entire trip. I don’t know if that’s actually an accomplishment, but still. One of the last few standing.
Everyone on the coach is tired. Not me so much, but I’m definitely ready to travel on my own. As we drive, Morgan gets everyone to come up to the microphone and share their favourite place from the trip. I also take the opportunity to use up the rest of my WiFi allowance, since I’ve used it very sparingly.
Before we get to the boat terminal as Calais, the coach is stopped and everyone is told if they have any marijuana from Amsterdam, get rid of it NOW before the sniffer dogs are brought on. A hilarious number of people sheepishly get off the coach and retrieve their bags from underneath.
Finally, we have to go through customs. One of the boys doesn’t have an arrival stamp from Heathrow (because customs somehow forgot) and he’s given the third degree. Some others are practically interrogated about their travel plans. I’m quaking in my boots but my border agent glances at my passport. “We’ve had a lot of Australians coming through here. Don’t melt when you get home to that heat,” And just like that, I’m through without a hitch.
We miss the ferry we were aiming for, so there’s a long wait before we get on the boat. A few hours on the water, watching the French coastline disappearing, and we’re back in Dover. It’s getting dark. A final video is made of everybody waving goodbye just before we get back to Wombats, where this all began. We gather our bags and exchange some last goodbyes. Many are going home tomorrow. Some leave for other hotels, some are leaving on other Topdeck or Contiki tours the next day. I seem to be the only one who plans to stay only in London for the next week before home. I check back into the hostel again, and plan to get some sleep. 24 days, so many adventures. And more on the way.
Topdeck is done, but I still have to tackle London before I go home.
Day 28: January 21st, London
I finally have the luxury of sleeping a bit later today. A whole week in this glorious city, and no early morning starts.
Unfortunately, there’s an issue in my female-only dorm. The lights aren’t working so I have to shower in the dark, which is an experience to say the least. I go down to do some laundry, then take care of the bird’s nest I call my hair, and at around 2pm my extended family show up. I haven’t seen them in a long time, and we go to the Tower of London, which is right near my hostel.
The tower is massive, and we walk around the entire thing. It’s here that I learn I am possibly the worst person to visit a historical site with because every five seconds it’s “Knew that…knew that….they missed that detail out….didn’t know that….knew that but here’s the entire story in minute detail….”
The day cuts short because Rachel and Chris have to get home, and in true London style, it starts to rain. Hard.
And the lights in the dorm still aren’t working.
NEXT TIME: Part 10/10 The Final Chapter