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Brussels to Amsterdam

We woke up early, packed our bags and had the average buffet breakfast on offer. We checked out, happy to see there were no problems like when we arrived. It was sad to say goodbye to Brussels but I think we will probably go again one day. It was the day after new years eve celebrations so the streets were completely filled with rubbish: glass bottles, fireworks and presumably throw up. Harry wheeled the broken suitcase to the train station avoiding all the rubbish, we were early for once which was a nice change from all the usual rushing about. We had already previously purchased the reservation for the train ride so there was nothing to do but wait. We sat down, had a drink then got on the train.

The train ride was 2 hours or around that, it went fast as I fell asleep for half of it while Harry watched some shows on the laptop. We always have to be aware of what time we are meant to get to the station as we can't just get up and go last minute. We have to pack up all the things we have out, like my glasses, the laptop, book etc. then Harry goes and gets the big backpack and suitcase and waits near the door whilst I get the camera, daybag and map for our hotel and stand up at the last minute to get off. So it was the scheduled time that we would get to our station and Harry was at the other end of the carriage waiting at the door with a crowd of other people and I was in our seats. I stood up to put my jacket on as we slowed down to a stop. A guy sitting in front of me turned and asked me if this was Amsterdam central, I assumed it was so told him I think so, I then looked properly for a sign and realized it wasn't, it was actually the stop for the airport! I quickly told the random guy in front of me that it wasn't Amsterdam central and he thanked me and sat down. I relaxed, thankful that I didn't send a stranger to the wrong stop. A few seconds later I realized Harry was gonna be getting of here with the bags and he wouldn't know it's the wrong station. I jumped up, picked up all our belongings that were with me and rushed to the end of the carriage. I saw Harry get off from a distance despite yelling out his name a few times to have everyone stare at me. I saw him walking outside and quickly banged on the window telling him to get back on. He must have realized himself but saw me and nodded as he ran to get back on the train.

I didn't see him get on and I couldn't see him on the platform so I had no idea if he was on the train or not as it left the station. We had discussed what we would do if one of us got off and the other didn't but only vaguely, as it would be circumstantial. The conclusion was that the person with the money would go to the other person, however in this case, Harry had the money but I had his train ticket. I started thinking about just waiting at the train station for him but how it would be hard to find him etc etc. I kept turning around looking at the end of the carriage to see if he'd gotten on or not and sure enough I caught a glimpse of him standing with the bags at the back of the carriage so I was relieved and relaxed for the last ten minutes of the train ride.

We got off at Amsterdam central station and walked along the water at the back of the station towards our hotel. Being new years day, the streets here were also filled with rubbish, fireworks and disgusting liquids. It was only a short walk to our hotel, we were staying at Doubletree by the Hilton. Earlier in the day we had noticed for some strange reason we had booked a disabled access double room, but upon check out they asked if it was necessary and we said no, and were put on the eighth floor. It's also a signature thing of the hotels to give you warm chocolate chip cookies and boy were they yummy!

Our room was so nice and spacious, we had a full length window view...over the train tracks.. But it was still nice :p there was an IMac computer which doubled as a tv which was pretty cool. We settled in and unpacked and booked me a massage for my back - the massages release the tension in my muscles so that it stops me from getting migraines. The lady was really good, knew what she was doing and my god did it hurt!! But I've grown a pretty high threshold to that sort of deep tissue massage. She showed a lot of concern for my back problems and showed me a few stretches I can do to help.

Afterwards, we looked into what there was to do in Amsterdam and chilled a bit. We later got ready for a nice dinner, we were going to try catch a movie at the really nice fancy cinema they have here but we just ran out of time to make the movie. Instead we had a really nice dinner, the steak was so delicious, Harry had a really yummy burger. We facetimed Harry's family and then watched some tv before calling it a night! We have a huge huge day of seeing Amsterdam tomorrow, can't wait.

Photos:

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breakfast room

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waiting at the train station

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on the train

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our room at the hilton

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our lovely view

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our delicious dinner out :)

Posted by Harryandamanda 06:09 Archived in Netherlands

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