On our last full day in the Netherlands, I asked Jeroen if we could take the kids to Amsterdam.
It was a nice day for a walk.
Took the train at Utrecht Centraal and arrived at Amsterdam Centraal 20 minutes later.
Our first stop was probably the best souvenir shop in the city. I forget the name, bu we bought loads of cute stuff.
I was too busy to take photos, except for this cute Vincent van Gogh bike
Before anything else, we were starving. Luckily the kids agreed to eat in this shoarma place next door.
Meet Jeroen’s shoarma plate
and Marky’s chicken shoarma with rice. This was so good, Marky was slightly annoyed that everyone was picking off his plate.
We were tricked into entering this dumb Medieval Torture Museum, which should be shut down by the Dutch department of tourism. Please do NOT make the mistake of stopping here.
We spent about 50 euro to look at boring wax figures in various situations of torture.
Thank God that was short. We proceeded to Madame Tussaud’s wax museum in the heart of the Dam Square.
The building looked promising and exciting, which was the opposite of what’s actually inside
I suppose it’s one of those things you want to experience once and never again. What else can you do but look at wax figures, pose with them, and decide if it looks like the real thing or not.
I have no idea who this lame figure is, but the one on the left is my son
Kate Middleton looked real enough
With Bond. James Bond.
Jeroen with Freddy Heineken
Ben wanted this picture for Tita Grace
Lance Armstrong, and more.
Tiring, but the kids loved it. (As for me, been there, done that.)
After the museum we searched for special Dutch chocolate for my dad at Pucci Bomboni.
It smelled really good, Markus couldn’t help but get his own bag of pure milk chocolate, which he ate in the store.
Right across is an old cheese shop where we bought more pasalubong
Mission accomplished and our bags full, it was time to head back to Utrecht for some home-cooked sinigang.