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14.4.15

Travel | Amsterdam Day 4

By our last day in Amsterdam, we had completely fallen in love with the city. We mournfully packed as we debated about how we could squeeze out one more drop from our stay and decided that brunch at a cool-looking cafe around the corner from our apartment would be a good idea. So off to Piet de Grutyer we went.

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I loved the decor, such beautiful lighting. I loved the people there too. Everyone looked so absorbed in one another and so in love.

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Our food came and it was glorious. A great way to spend the rest of our Euros.

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We easily forgot we had a plane to catch, sucked in by the beautiful atmosphere, great food and perfect service - Kyomi ordered a dish with avocado, but they had ran out, so the manager ran out and bought some more - so we paid in a rush and sensibly ordered a cab to Schipol.
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Jennifer was terribly sad about leaving :(

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It was such a lovely trip, and I did fall in love with Amsterdam, despite the sub-zero temperatures and manic cylists. Defo visit again.

9.4.15

Days out in South London.

Ropewalk Market, South London.

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Tanner Street Vintage Markets, South London
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Tower Bridge Road, South London

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Abbey Street, South London

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7.4.15

Travel | Amsterdam Day 3

By now, we were definitely flagging: we'd been partying (hard) every single night and walked at least 20,000 steps a day. Slight exaggeration, but God it felt like it.

During our days spent getting lost in the canals, we had many close shaves with death by cyclist, so of course we wanted to join in the fun. I mean, how could not come to Amsterdam and indulge in the locals delights? 5 perpetually hungover tourists on bikes, how bad could it be?

We arrived at the bike hire shop and promptly spent 45 mins arguing - "I'm not sure guys, I don't think I can do this" / "What?? It'll be fun, cycling is great, what's the worst that could happen?".

We eventually got our shit together, and waited for Holly (the Organiserer of Everything) to pick our bikes. Yewa hopped on a moped and looked cute as.   Jacquie Otag Blog

We eventually hopped on our bikes, and looked cute as.

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After losing her for a bit, Holly lead us to a market 20 minutes away. We were so excited to be there, probably due to sheer relief at having not being knocked over by a tram.

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We then ate everything we could lay our hands on.

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After we'd pretty much had starters, a main and a dessert, we cycled off home. I can still taste the warm Stroopwafels now if I just think hard enough...