Part 1 is here, and Part 2 is here. This will be somewhat shorter.
Long post-Cockring lie-in.
Aching bod, thick head, brave face.
Out for pad thai, in an almost deserted wok bar.
Not at my chattiest. Thankfully, Alan and I have known each other long enough to be comfortable with companionable silences.
Quick peek at the flower market; obviously not at its most colourful, although some of the stalls had still managed to rustle up some tulips from somewhere. How does that work?
Shortcut through the chi-chi fine art galleries, and on to the Rijksmuseum; currently undergoing renovation, but with a condensed “greatest hits” show on display round the back. This worked in our favour, as there was just enough to see without having to skip anything. Besides, an hour and a half is all you need at the best of times. The exhibition climaxed, inevitably, with Rembrandt’s The Night Watch. Yes, I know it’s a Masterpiece – but this was at least my third viewing, if not my fourth, and I still retain no abiding visual memory of it.
Tea and biscuits, bought from the grocery opposite Alan’s apartment. Spotted on display by the till: cannabis flavoured lollipops, in a suitably “herbal” shade of green. You know, just so the “Little ‘Uns” don’t feel left out. Only in Amsterdam, eh readers?
Early evening beers in a surprisingly busy Twinksville, our ears once again battered by late 1980s/early 1990s commercial dance hits on endless shuffle. Don’t twinks listen to contemporary music any more?
Goodbye hugs and thank yous, as I head off to the airport and Alan heads straight back to bed. But I thought I was trying to keep up with him, not the other way round? Ah well, no matter. That’s a good couple of months worth of Gay Points usefully accrued in advance. Lovely weekend. I’ll be back.