Showing posts with label Amsterdam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Amsterdam. Show all posts

Sunday, December 23, 2007

The last of Amsterdam


On my last day in Amsterdam, we cycled to Eastern Amsterdam, down Dapperstraat, to visit the local market- Dappermarkt. It is also commonly referred to the "Turkish market", the head-dresses of the women and a wide variety of Turkish food along the streets are good indication of the origins of the name. The sellers are by and large, immigrants from Morocco, Tunisia, Egypt, Surinam and Turkey. The atmosphere in the market is friendly- and so are the prices. Needless to say, I was over the moon to discover that fact. I bought a Magenta coloured silk scarf with Turkish/Tunisia imprints on it for 3 Euros, it would have cost 9 Euros or more in town.

Cycling to the eastern side, en route to the market, is an eye-opener. At least in my opinion, it feeds my eye. We passed by the zoo, the University of Amsterdam, the hospital, the park which was beautifully framed by almost naked light green trees, more bridges and canals; the beauty of the short but fruitful sightseeing trip culminated when I caught sight of the gorgeous windmill, a trademark of Holland as we all know. To see it turning in slow wide spins right before your very eyes offers a whole different experience altogether.
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:: Me (left) & Carrie, on our way bk fr Dappermarkt::
Later that day, a few friends and I headed out to the Flowermarket. It is pretty near the main city too. It came to me as a surprise that there were flowers even in winter and then I realised that most of them were flower bulbs for people to home-grow them. Kinda D.I.Y, in layman's terms.

:: Check out these black tulips, rather unique I reckon ::

It was freezing that day, the harsh weather was quite a torment to my toes and fingers.
It was in fact, painful. My brain remembered this sensation distinctly. Gee, and the weather ain't getting any warmer by the days. I kept shuffling into random shops, taking advantage of their heaters :) And it was there that I chanced upon a Mushroom gallery ! ( 'Magic mushrooms' of course, the ones that give people a hallucinogenic effect). The owner is of Dutch and Indonesian descent and he sells really cool stuff like Weed Lollipops and Weed tea.

I'm off to Hamburg, Germany. Catching the 6:30 am train. Peace out.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Crime and Passion

:: what a provocative statue with a hundred dicks ::

:: Copulating figures on rings. These rings, in fact the idea of marriage rings, were originally gifts used in marriage transactions in the past.



:: Red Light District: The pretty fireworks that exploded in the sky in a ball of flames ::


:: The man from Morocco who gave me such a fright::
On our 6th day in Amsterdam, we traipsed down Central Station to the main Red Light District(RLD). After hearing all the hype about the RLD, how ccould we kiasu Singaporeans give it a miss?
I wouldn't suggest a girl go idle about that area because even when we headed down in a group of mixed gender, we still met with some unpleasant surprises. For instance, a looney African (probably high from crack), from Morocco to be exact, demanded that I take a photo of him because he says he is oh-so-famous in Amsterdam for reasons I did not seem to grasp on the spot. But for all I know, he really might be famous - shrugs- If anyone recognises him from some rock band or something, drop me an email would ya? I would love to be enlightened.

I digress. To a very large extent, Amsterdam offers an entirely different worldview. Coming from an island where laws, rules, structures are strictly institutionalized, the Red Light District in Amsterdam itself represents perhaps, a microcosm of a society where liberal values (many deemed as debauchery) and legitimate "pharmaceutical pursuits" become the very norms and mores by which the Dutch live by.
These in-you-face culture advertisements, each attempting to offer the best and sleaziest opportunities as I pass; from brothels to museums to sex shops, the Red Light District leaves nothing to the imagination. And you have no reason not to believe me on this.
Live sex shows, advertisements (includes visual and vocal) and what-have-yous. And yes, I saw the famous "aquariums".

So instead of criminalizing everything, this very upfront city wears its heart on its sleeve-what you see is generally what you get. Enjoy the honesty of it all, as you won’t find it anywhere else.

Other than prostitution, Amsterdam is also famous for its legalized soft drugs. Honestly, the Crack, the Pot, the Weed, the Marijuana... they're over-hyped. The sheer prevalence of the use of soft drugs are a commonplace, so much so that they lost the novelty of it all, to the point of being almost hackneyed.

: The Grasshopper ::

We found our way into a rather high-end "coffeeshop" that entails three stories- steakhouse, pub and coffeeshop, the latter in the basement of course.

:: The couple who demonstrated on how to roll a joint ::
:: Weed from the demonstration ::

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Dutch Art

:: Nine Streets at sunset::
Amsterdam is replete with dome-shaped architecture, borrowed from Islamic art. The presence of many Turkish migrants probably explains this influence. Studying Art & History last semester definitely comes into handy at an opportune time:)

The main Red Light Districts were not the only ones where we spotted the harlots. Down Nine Streets, literally nine streets replete with branded shops like Paul Frank, Zara and extremely interesting minimalist art galleries; those “shops” that hung red lamps were brothels. Lo and behold! Rows of skimpily clad women in their lacy neon lingerie stood at the entrance of the doors, their eyes preying on any hungry hormonal-raging man. It was forbidden to take a snapshot of the call girls, it was deemed rude, so I took a photo of the rows of red lamps in a little back alley.

My shopping experience at Nine Streets hardly reaped any rewards because personally, there isn’t much to buy, nowhere near a shopping paradise (despite 9 streets yes). But, the beautiful canal scenery that merges with the evening skies and the occasional handful of eclectic, quirky shops compensated for it. For all you know you may find that gargantuan, Russian-decorated candle stick that you’ve always desired.

The highlight of my trip was actually at one particular minimalist art gallery-
Galerie Ferdinand van Dieten-d’ Eendt
. I was extremely intrigued by this one because the interior was extremely bare, so naked. I stopped in my tracks, literally.

There were only five artworks in total in all three levels. Quite appalling me thinks ! I ended up talking to the owner of the art gallery for an entire hour and I left the gallery rather awed, inspired and intellectually challenged (no, not in a bad way in case you think otherwise). The artworks he showcased belonged to an African artist, Mounir Fatmi, who based his inspiration on the compelling desire to advocate modernity and his works represents obstacles needed to confront before reaching modernity.

The one artwork that caught my eye was the vivid visual representation of a tombstone made with old cassette tapes, the “overgrown weeds” were made with unreeled tapes. This was the only artwork showcased in the first level. And the accompanying text was bold, in your face, unabashed. It was painted in neat large black fonts on a bare white wall that says, “Leave, and wait for me, I will arrive.” Seemed like what could have been a possible content of a metaphysical conversation between backwardness and modernity. I think that is what a piece of good art ought to do, it provokes your senses, it teases, it should make you ask WHY, and it should makes you question norms and arbitrary demarcations.

In a way, I think the works of the artist Mounir Fatmi is a microcosm of the owner’s own desires to see a breakthrough in the minds of modern Dutch society, with regards to arts. He said, almost woefully, “you ask them why they like this piece of art, they say, oh because it’s nice!”. Indeed, art cannot be just...nice.

:: The man behind the Galerie::

Address: Spuistraact 270, 1012 VW Amsterdam
Tel: +31 (0)20-626 57 77
Website: Here

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Gone Dutch



:: Monkeying In the Cruise ::

:: The '7 Arches' Canal::

::Skinny Bridge::
you can hardly see it here but tt just goes to show how well it lives up to its name

Early evening, we took the Canal Cruise at Central Station. The Cruise was €9 per pax and it lasted for an hour. Evening is, in my personal opinion, the best time to take the cruise because you can watch the waters scintillate in the evening sun, or the soft waning of the crescent moon hung atop the bare, naked trees that stuck their arms out in an awkward but beautiful fashion.
Honestly, just makes one wistful.

There are a few interesting things I had gathered from the cruise. To name a few, the famous 'Skinny Bridge', the River Mansions along the shorelines and the 'Seven arches canal'.
Amsterdam is a city of water and, it follows, of bridges. The city has more canals than Venice and more bridges than Paris. Of all the bridges, the Skinny Bridge is probably the best known. In the past, the Skinny Bridge could be opened manually but this aint feasible anymore.
To reside in the River Mansions is a mark of wealth and status in the Dutch society. The river mansions are beautiful for they still retain the decor of the 17th Century. The ornate friezes on the ceilings bears testimony to that. Much of the style were inspired by the formal French Baroque. Today, these exorbitant houses no longer belonged to merely individuals but are now business premises and venues for parties.
At night, the bridges of the canals illuminate, apt for picturesque photo-taking time!:)
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If you're more adventurous than I, which I think there is a possibility, at TAFT, you can find the funkiest array of boots. Although I think these flaming orange fire-patterned boots are befitting for only a full-bodied tattooed geezer on a Harley-Davidson.

TAFT is located on Nieuwendijk Street.


Try imagining Nieuwendijk; a labyrinth of shopping streets that somehow ends up in one singular concentric circle. The nearest station to Nieuwendijk is Central Station. In fact, it is just beside Central Station, the latter a highly recognisable landmark with buttresses, towers, friezes and colours that remind me of a medieval town.

In dire need of a pair of winter boots, I scoured the streets of the shopping district Nieuwendijk and boy, not only was I not disappointed, I was pleasantly surprised. There were countless number of shops selling a gamut of highly fashionable winter clothes, boots, shoes, souvenirs...the list goes on. If you;re on a shoestring like me, I would recommend two famous factory outlets here- C & A and H& M. In C & A, I caught sight of a pair of lovely velvet black boots that was too good a buy to miss. It costs €29 which is approximately S$61. Considering the fact that a pair of boots in Far East Shopping Centre back at home costs S$70-100 on average, my boots are a steal! :)

New Yorker is a good alternative to C&A and H&M. Its fashion is top-notch and its prices ranges from as low as €2.95 to as exorbitant as €100. It is amazing that a pair of hand-painted ballet inspired shoes only costs €2.95! It definitely made me go berserk !
New Yorker is located on Nieuwendijk Street as well.



We don't have to look too far in search of food fuel to satiate our hunger pangs from all the walking and shopping. At every half a kilometre, you will find fast food joints, cafes, brasseries and candy stores all evenly interspersed along the streets. I was more than thrilled to find Jamin, a candy store that sells jelly beans and psychedelic lollipops. Singapore has long stopped importing these. It was like a rekindling of childhood memories , when I used to pop jelly beans while sitting on the playground swing. It felt like I was one of Willy Wonka's selected children, privileged to relish in his creations; the burst of different flavours on my tastebuds was almost unforgettable. Bubble gum, watermelon and popcorn flavours were and still are, my favourite three.

For lunch, we stopped over at an incredibly cosy cafe 'Le Pot Au Feu'. In summer, you could see grey-haired folks, young couples and old friends sipping lattes, smoking their cigars or just watching people go by. Alfresco cafes in Europe with their pots of overhanging ferns and the slow swirl of the mahogony ceiling fans have that indescribable rustic charm of old world appeal, a characteristic I find a rarity in sunny Singapore.
In winter, the cold sends everyone scrambling into the cafes for piping hot onion soups. The interior decor is just as charming. Artistic nude paintings that lend their inspiration from the classical Greeks are a common sighting.

Le Pot Au Feu is a good option if you are not on a tight budget. I have never tried their breakfast menus before but English breakfast are priced at €5.95. Because winter always intensifies my craving for soup; I had a pot of french onion soup that had a layer of semi-hardened melter cheese on top. Soups are priced at €4.50. Oh dear,look how distracted I can be, I think I have to starve for the next two days.