Observing Amsterdam – 5

Canal Trip

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I wait for Terry at the Torenzicht Hotel bar on this sun-bright afternoon. I’m not sure what we’ll do, but no more bike rides, though I’m glad we took the one we did together.

He arrives on time and is a friend with Anna’s, who is tending bar today.

T & A Photo  AShe’s got the best tattoos I’ve ever seen.

Amst 2015 Anna 1

We spend some time on the front porch where she describes a short vacation trip to Malta. “Everyone was over eighty,” she laments. “Paradise Bay is the place to go when your dreams have crashed.”

 
Hmm. Three more years and I’ll be eighty, but my dreams are more or less fulfilled . . . I think.

 
“Where will you go today?” she asks me.

 
“I don’t know.”

 
“The zoo?” she offers.

 
“I don’t think so.”

 
“Zoos are great at night,” says Terry. “Used to go with friends when I was young . . . was easy to get through the fence. One night a girl got lost. Cops found her trapped in with the penguins that next morning. Didn’t do it much more after that.”

 
“I’d love to do the zoo at night,” I tell him.

 
“We can visit my friend Lance,” he says. “Lives on a boat. Might take us for a ride on the canal if we get lucky.”

We get lucky.

“That’s Lance’s boat,” he nods. “That bit of blue you see behind the white one on the left.”

Lance Boat
Some people’s lives . . . I love the boat, must be some hundred feet and change from stem to stern. The green part in the photo here below is Lance’s boat. A smaller, motorboat (the bit of blue behind the green) is tied beside it.

Amst 15 Boat -1Wow. We clamber on. Lance starts the engine and we’re on our way, a dream I didn’t know I had, come true. We head out. Lance is at tiller. Terry rolls a blunt. This perfect day.

Lance & TerryI didn’t get much in the way of photos, too damn much to see, and smoke, and trying to figure out my cell phone photo maker, plus a Canon EOS that I feared might go overboard as we merge into an endless parade of happy people doing the canals.
LanceBoat Trip 1 Fix
We spend an hour or so on this aquatic labyrinth, the outboard engine chugging happily in its own rhythm, echoes off canal walls, Amsterdam delight . . . pure pleasure.
Two days left, then home again.

Stitched FinalEntrance to the North Sea

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About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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10 Responses to Observing Amsterdam – 5

  1. Gyslaine L. says:

    beautiful pictures 🙂

  2. Enjoyed the shots. Wish I’d met your friend when I was there.

  3. ShimonZ says:

    Yes, it’s good when the old dreams are fulfilled… sometimes though we have those little dreams of old age… they come with the cat naps, I suppose.

  4. maurice gray says:

    …and just like that, fond thoughts of that sunny week come flooding back…many thanks….

  5. you lucky thing you… and so is he !!!!

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