Rotterdam

After such a great time in amsterdam i caught the train to Rotterdam. the train trip there was quite good i sat next to a woman i chatted too for a while about holland. she said that she loved my Australian accent and i asked why? she said because she loved the TV show Mcleods Daughters. i didnt have the heart to tell her what a terrible show it is.
And now for a history lesson! Most of rotterdam was flattened after the war so it had to be rebuilt. rotterdam seems completely different to amsterdam because amsterdam hardly has a new building in it. the architecture here is quite amazing. but because it was so new i kinda didnt feel i was in europe.

the hostel i found was really nice (well, at least compared to my last one) it was a beautiful old building (it must have been one of the few that survived the war) right near the water, it was cheap, the people were really nice, the beds were comfty, the internet was cheap, and also it included breakfast which consisted of breakfast cake, toast and tea or coffee. brilliant!

i found a few vintage stores, in one of them i asked the shop assistant where i should check out and she pointed me up the road, after a while i ran into a giant flea market, i was a bit shocked to find it because it was a tuesday. it was pretty cool checking out peoples stuff, i brought a awesome woolen tie for 2 euro its blue with little white dots on it. nice! they didnt just sell peoples old stuff there was a market there selling fresh veggies and seafood at one stall they battered the fresh fish, cooked it and sold it with a dipping sauce, i got one for lunch, it was beautiful, so fresh!

the only thing with rotterdam is there isnt a lot to do and a couple of days was enough, im still glad i went pretty cool to see different parts of a country and to see how totally different they were. I hopped on a train to Brussels, to meet up with Celine (Gabe and Annas friend i had met in amsterdam) to stay with her for a little while in a place she was house sitting. part of the reason i want to go there is to track down the dirty bugger that invented the brussel sprout! anyway, more about Belgium when i get there.