April 4, 2005
A Good Start
I arrived in Amsterdam Saturday morning. I've slept on my bed in the Stayokay Amsterdam Vondelpark and on the hallway floor and my bed at The Flying Pig.
Amsterdam is disorienting. Once you are accustomed to the circular electrical plugs, the signs, and the various languages spoken, you have to accept the reality of prostitutes standing behind glass doors in hopes of gaining your attention and money.
And once you accept the reality of a Red Light District, then you have to accept the unreality of where a hit of the city's progressive politics can take you. I'm off the floor now, so I think that's a good start.