This is Netherlands

And here I am in the bus on my way to the airport to wait for my pile!And of course, as every honest citizent, I wanted to buy a bus ticket. I go to the train station (it’s the same for buses) but the ticket office is closed! Big deal, I think I can always buy them in the bus. The big bus driver woman enters the bus and I politely ask whether I can buy a ticket!She is pissed at me and says of course you can not buy from me!I drive not sell!!Ok I say and ask where Ican buy since the ticket office is closed! (btw a month ago it wad possible to buy tickets from the bus driver). She says from the machine in the middle of the bus!I go there and see one can pay by chipknip or coins!Luckily I’ve charged my chipnick which I usually never do, so all happy I try to buy the ticket!
IT DOESN’T WORK!!!!
An Indian (as from India – Tim) comes, and his chipknip doesn’t work! We ask the woman again what can we do! She says do drive without ticket – you can buy one in the AH ( a supermarket in nl ). We ran like crazy with the Indian, wait for 5 mins in a queue and then are told that you can not buy a ticket there! I beg them to at least give ne change for the 20eur I have , but the are NOT ALLOWED to. They say go to the shop at the corner, they sell newspapers and probably tickets! We run again like crazy but the little shop is closed!
Finally the doner kebab guy gives me change of 20 eur by 1 eur and make some dirty comment in Turkish ( or at least his smile was naughty).
I run like crazy and I catch the bus just before it departs . All happy I try again to buy a ticket!
It DOESN’T WORK!!! Ahh I say fuck it I ain’t gonna lose my nerves here! I’m gonna drive for free with 5 kg heavy wallet from my new coins and with a smile that I will soon see my pile!

I think the Indian didn’t catch the bus!Pity it was such a nice drive…

I’ll post this as it is and edit from my pc once I’m home!Now I’ll open my arms for a hugeeee hug!!!!

The mouse party – inspired by the country of the tulips!!!

Living above a gay bar and a coffee-shop (I am living in Netherlands so the noun before the brackets has a bit more subtle meaning) has many advantages indeed. Every morning you are waken up by the lovely sound of construction workers trying to put new spirit to the previously discussed place, every day you get mails from the bar next door, and every night you fall a sleep with YMCA and I will survive!

Well not completely true, except for the morning noise. Actually every morning you wake up opening the windows to purify the air in the apartment but instead that, you purify your lungs with the refreshing smell of weed. I’ve developed a new hobby lately: sitting next to the 1×0,20m balcony, I practice the theory of probability: each individual that parks the car in front of the building, is one of my targets. Then I put the Bayesian theory into practice, and guess, according to the Gaussian distribution whether the individual is junkie or gay (not as joyful). And so I kill the boredom of my melancholic days as a PhD student…

But talking about gay people, and the inevitable Netherlands, I was just checking an old link that I am truly in love with!!! Not that I have sth for/against drugs (cough cough), but this flash application is just perfect. The music, the movements everything in it is amazing!!! And is quite educational… It’s just on of the “YOU MUST CHECK IT”.

http://learn.genetics.utah.edu/units/addiction/drugs/mouse.cfm

Anyway I am planning to go back to this topic in future in my blog. Especially on the magical side of Holland

Until then I’ll continue staring from my balcony…