The music is as wide ranging as the languages spoken and I had the pleasure to hear a street musician covering Raconteurs songs, a rastafarian playing the digeridoo like I'd only previously heard in movies set in Australia, a middle-aged white guy walking down the street playing a bongo drum and an Irishman, decked out in traditional formal wear (including kilt) playing the bagpipes.
The city seems to accept automobiles only out of necessity and it is obvious that the streets were designed for pedestrians and bikes almost exclusively. And bikes there were! I've never seen so many bikes in my life. Europe in generally is far more bike-friendly than any place I've seen in the States, but Amsterdam takes the spacecake. And the bikes were as varied and interesting as the people who ride them. Many were covered in flowers (undoubtedly from the giant flower markets that Holland is known for) and there were lots of custom and lowrider bikes as well.
That leads me to another noticable element of Amsterdam: detail. When I got to Spain I noticed how much more care and thought went into common, everday things, and in Amsterdam, that quality was magnified 10 fold. There seemed to be no building, or shop, or sign, or object that wasn't custom-made or given some kind of embellishment that set it apart and made it unique. This stands in glaring contrast to what I was familiar with in the States where the mass-produced Wal-Mart culture has depleted any sense of individuality or style. Is seems that people everywhere need stuff, things. But when people in Amsterdam need this stuff, they either make it themselves or get it from a place which makes them with well...love. This gives the stuff a immeasurable amount of value and makes it special in a way it couldn't otherwise have been.
The nightlife is wild and one can see people from all over the world teetering down the streets under the influence of all sorts of substances and more than once I was propositioned by less than trustworthy looking folks who asked if I would be interested in partaking in stuff a bit harder than weed, although I admit I couldn't always decipher what they were offering me.
Here's a bunch of pics from that part of the trip. I'll post some more soon from Belgium.




































