Apparently you can't forget

'It's like riding a bike' Apparently once you learn you never forget which makes sense really.

So it's flat everywhere, not a single hill and the metro is full of gypsy scum which meant it was time to buy a bike. 

I bought 'Kevin' which is aptly named after Kevin Rudd, PM of Australia. 

So I spent weeks looking for a junkie, I was hanging out in the crack-den and ghettoest areas of Amsterdam hoping to score a cheap bike, minus the coke. This didn't happen so I went one step up and bought one from an American tourist who was awesome. Apparently he moved here for the weed and stayed here because of the weed. Apparently he hates the cold with a passion, but when asked he simply said, "if I have to choose between the cold and weed...man getting high makes you pretty toasty".

Anyways my bike is green with a gold lock, it was unintentionally patriotic so it made sense to me that Kevin would be an appropriate name. 

Regards, 

Jaime.

Didi, checking out my dope/ill wheels.

Kevin.

I like amsterdam.

I like the cafes that play jazz, where the keepers are old with cats and dogs who walk along the bar as patrons pet them. 

Beers are 2 euro and the girls always seem prettier, mainly because the bars are candle-lit and the girls have rosy cheeks from the cold. 

People are always in pairs, never couples but just in pairs. Enjoying quiet company. 

It's funny watching some american tourists walk in, look around, realise they won't pick up and then leave.

I like meeting pretty girls and having them take you for bike rides along the canals at 3:00am. 

I like Amsterdam and I get the feeling Amsterdam is starting to like me too. 

Regards, 

OK, 

it has been a long while since I've wacked stuff in the blog. 

Since the last entry, 

I started work. 

I went to carnevaal.

I got sick.

More photos coming soon.

Todays Special.

Pretty hands.

Friendly Smiles.

Checkered cuffs.

Bright Socks.

I started work this week at the bank. It has been pleasant as has the majority of my stay so far. Friendly faces warmed the bones and little things make all the difference.

Regards, 

Jaime.

No Real

For the Record.

There are no actual prostitutes on this blog.

Regards, 

Jaime

Didi. Being cool with Hans.
A perfectly made Frozen Circle. If your stomach was eaten by tiny sea creatures, then the layer froze. This is the shape it would make.

Regards, 

Jaime.

Merry Australia Day

Well it's obvious isn't it.

DICE. El, Senor Design.



Tillburg. 

Raving with Meat in Rotterdam

Well, 

ok so it was saturday and my two beautiful friends had the brilliant idea of going to rotterdam to watch some Dj, called Lektroluv.

Overall it was pretty fucking awesome. 

It was in an old meat packing/abattoir in this really filthy shithouse warehouse district which was on the outskirts of Rotterdam.

Mr green mask wearing, industrial techno/rave/minimal Dj was pretty fucking good.

I'm a tired deadshit.

Welcome, 

I am from Brisbane, Queensland. Australia.

I live in Amsterdam.

Regards, 

Jaime.