After my little stop in Köln I had finally arrived in Amsterdam, late that same evening.
I had plans to meet two of the guys I served with during my year in the Norwegian Airforce, as they were planing on traveling there to attend an A-ha concert.
Why they decided to travel all the way from Norway to the Netherlands to see a Norwegian band perform, I’ll never know. But I decided to attend the concert aswell, since I was going to be there anyway.
They were arriving the day after I did, so I had to find somewhere else to stay than the hotel we had booked at.
I looked around for a hotel room in the city centre for quite some time, as there were very few rooms available.
I most have seemed very lost, because eventually someone who knew the management of a nearby motel hooked his claws in me, and guided me to their door.
The motel reception had the slight vibe of a dive bar, without being one.
My room turned out to be quite nice, so I had no complaints.
But there was something that caught my attention on the reception counter..
On the reception counter there was a huge menu, titled ‘Cheese’, with a lot of different cheese types on it.
“That’s odd” I thought, “a separate menu just for cheese, in a motel lobby?”
There were not any other food options on there. Not even wine, which you would think would be something you should be able to buy along with fancy cheeses!
But I thought “What the hell, when in Rome!”
So I asked to buy a cheese board.
The receptionist was very surprised by my order for a whole board full of cheese.
As it turns out, “cheese” is a euphemism for drugs, and these were legally sold in Amsterdam.
She must have thought that I was crazy to want a whole board of the stuff for myself!
In the next part; The Concert