Thursday, 19th
beep beep. beep beep
The alarm went of at 4 am. Remember we had to leave the hostel by 5 !!
mental calculation in cozy bed.. if I get up at 4:15 Iwill be ready by 4:45 still 15 minutes. so I can sleep some more.mmm.
beep beep. beep beep. ring ring. ring ring. beep beep.
The entire room woke up except your truly. I heard some swear and I woke up at 530, rushed through my shower ran downstairs. No sight of G. phew maybe G also overslept. I looked around as if I have been waiting for an hour. Then no signs of G, I asked the fellow at the reception to call for G. The G came. and what an icy stare that was!! No words, no arguments just the stare, I wish I could have disappeared in the wooden chair. But I had no such luck.
In silence we walked towards the bus stop and waited patiently for the bus to come. We passed through the China town and surprise surprise the pretty ladies were all in business at that time of the day!!. The only reason why we were here so early was that we were on our way to Aalsmeer, which incidentally happens to be the worlds largest flower auction market. This place opens only for a few hours err early and closes by about 8 am. Tough luck I say and if we missed the auction today no way would have G forgiven me I am sure. Because the next day we were supposed to be off for Cobenhaven (Copenhagen).
We didn't have to wait for long at the bus stop. No conversation yet. It took us about 45 minutes to reach the place. I was all sullen, sleepy, and upset because I was sure we would miss it. But then eyes twinkled and a sheepish smile crossed when we reached the doors of this huge place. The place was to open in next few minutes. Phew!!
We bought our entry tickets ate some vanilla cake and bananas and waited along with a few other tourists, smiling and making vague conversations. We finally entered the place. Was this place huge and colorful? Every possible flowers of every shape and sizes were here packed neatly and waiting to be transported. From green roses to tulips, lotuses, lilies, orchids, sunflowers, marigolds. There were manned trolleys like a mini train. Each cart held a variety of flower and they all snaked through to reach a point where a helper picked up the desired quantity of flower and put it in their own cart. The process looked so simple from top (we were on the 3rd floor something) but we were sure a whole lot of coordination were involved. We waited to watch in case two trolleys would collide, but then no such luck. We giggled and laughed at them. There was an auction room where the global representatives sat and made their bids. A giant clock and a board kept displaying the information. A guide patiently explained to us how the things work like a stock exchange by at 7 o clock mind rarely registers anything analytical. At least not mine.
We hung around watching the flowers for a while and then we were requested to "step out" as the place would now shut down for the day. We took the bus back to our hostel. The city was waking up now. The graffiti stood out wildly.
The cafeteria was still open at the hostel. So we quickly piled our plates with ham, cheese marmalade, toast and with our mugs of tea. Soon after the place was about to close for cleaning. We decided to go towards the city again. This time we went in to the Rjiks (featuring Rembrandt) museum to soak in some art. Next to it was an open space with a fountain, a football field and lots of tourist and few trinket shops. We loitered for a while and then headed inside a diamond factory. There on display were workers who were enacting the fine art of selecting, cutting and processing diamonds.
It was still afternoon so we headed back to the hostel for a nap. Yipee. We decided to step out at 4 in the afternoon, but then I overslept (some people don't learn). Anyways we walked to the neighboring departmental store where we picked up our stock of pringles, cheese, cakes and bacon paste. We also picked up lasagna bolognese for dinner.
We heartily ate our lasagna. There was a discussion about "truth" at the cafeteria which we successfully avoided and sneaked out in the alley. We loitered some more around the sex shops where each person tried to over do with "I am the best". There was a women guard at the entrance of each shop wearing a FBI cap with a whistle (hilarious) to shoo away miscreants. After much debate G and I went back to the hostel. We had an early morning train to catch at 7:13 (please note the precise minute). And I had to wake up in time. G had already threatened about proceeding alone.
beep beep. beep beep
The alarm went of at 4 am. Remember we had to leave the hostel by 5 !!
mental calculation in cozy bed.. if I get up at 4:15 Iwill be ready by 4:45 still 15 minutes. so I can sleep some more.mmm.
beep beep. beep beep. ring ring. ring ring. beep beep.
The entire room woke up except your truly. I heard some swear and I woke up at 530, rushed through my shower ran downstairs. No sight of G. phew maybe G also overslept. I looked around as if I have been waiting for an hour. Then no signs of G, I asked the fellow at the reception to call for G. The G came. and what an icy stare that was!! No words, no arguments just the stare, I wish I could have disappeared in the wooden chair. But I had no such luck.
In silence we walked towards the bus stop and waited patiently for the bus to come. We passed through the China town and surprise surprise the pretty ladies were all in business at that time of the day!!. The only reason why we were here so early was that we were on our way to Aalsmeer, which incidentally happens to be the worlds largest flower auction market. This place opens only for a few hours err early and closes by about 8 am. Tough luck I say and if we missed the auction today no way would have G forgiven me I am sure. Because the next day we were supposed to be off for Cobenhaven (Copenhagen).
We didn't have to wait for long at the bus stop. No conversation yet. It took us about 45 minutes to reach the place. I was all sullen, sleepy, and upset because I was sure we would miss it. But then eyes twinkled and a sheepish smile crossed when we reached the doors of this huge place. The place was to open in next few minutes. Phew!!
We bought our entry tickets ate some vanilla cake and bananas and waited along with a few other tourists, smiling and making vague conversations. We finally entered the place. Was this place huge and colorful? Every possible flowers of every shape and sizes were here packed neatly and waiting to be transported. From green roses to tulips, lotuses, lilies, orchids, sunflowers, marigolds. There were manned trolleys like a mini train. Each cart held a variety of flower and they all snaked through to reach a point where a helper picked up the desired quantity of flower and put it in their own cart. The process looked so simple from top (we were on the 3rd floor something) but we were sure a whole lot of coordination were involved. We waited to watch in case two trolleys would collide, but then no such luck. We giggled and laughed at them. There was an auction room where the global representatives sat and made their bids. A giant clock and a board kept displaying the information. A guide patiently explained to us how the things work like a stock exchange by at 7 o clock mind rarely registers anything analytical. At least not mine.
We hung around watching the flowers for a while and then we were requested to "step out" as the place would now shut down for the day. We took the bus back to our hostel. The city was waking up now. The graffiti stood out wildly.
The cafeteria was still open at the hostel. So we quickly piled our plates with ham, cheese marmalade, toast and with our mugs of tea. Soon after the place was about to close for cleaning. We decided to go towards the city again. This time we went in to the Rjiks (featuring Rembrandt) museum to soak in some art. Next to it was an open space with a fountain, a football field and lots of tourist and few trinket shops. We loitered for a while and then headed inside a diamond factory. There on display were workers who were enacting the fine art of selecting, cutting and processing diamonds.
It was still afternoon so we headed back to the hostel for a nap. Yipee. We decided to step out at 4 in the afternoon, but then I overslept (some people don't learn). Anyways we walked to the neighboring departmental store where we picked up our stock of pringles, cheese, cakes and bacon paste. We also picked up lasagna bolognese for dinner.
We heartily ate our lasagna. There was a discussion about "truth" at the cafeteria which we successfully avoided and sneaked out in the alley. We loitered some more around the sex shops where each person tried to over do with "I am the best". There was a women guard at the entrance of each shop wearing a FBI cap with a whistle (hilarious) to shoo away miscreants. After much debate G and I went back to the hostel. We had an early morning train to catch at 7:13 (please note the precise minute). And I had to wake up in time. G had already threatened about proceeding alone.
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