…an idea.

I was sick and tired of Bluche. So many people had left town and the constant rain and fog was really starting to get to me. No more rain, please! No more French! No more Switzerland!

So I packed up a couple days worth of clothes…camera, batteries, laptop, etc and jumped on the morning train to Geneva Airport.

After a bit of a ride I arrived in the airport…and…now what?

I’ve never done anything like this before…just gone to an airport and caught a flight somewhere. But I figured it was about time I did something nutty like that.

I stared at the flight board for a while…hmmm…Berlin? Nice? London? Where?

Nice was a nice thought…oh, Monaco would be sweet! So I checked out the prices of flights. Ow…no good. So where to? I’ve got to go SOMEWHERE.

And I did.

240 CHF, a plane ride and a short train trip to the city center and here I am.

It’s all new to me, but a very old city. It’s very famous for a lot of things.

I’m very close to the ocean right now, but all I can see is old brick buildings and tiny little streets.

There are lots of young people around. Most of them are younger than I am but it’s a nice mix.

Did you guess yet? Those hints were pretty broad…so scroll down for some more obvious ones…

They don’t speak French nor Italian.

It starts with an A.

It makes Vegas look tame (in some ways).

It ends with a DAMN…as in DAMN what in the WORLD am I, Neil Crawford, doing here?

I’m in Amsterdam. I’m sitting in the Bulldog cafe drinking a coffee with a very familiar scent in the air.

Europe is an amazing place. I’m glad I’ll only be here 3 days.