7:10am
I arrived at Amsterdam’s Schipol Airport after a 13-hour flight through eastern night to western night just about time for a good morning greeting to the beautiful city.
Sometime during the afternoon
We walked in a daze through canal belt to admire quaint buildings leaning against each other. We lost and found ourselves in red light district when the last of sunlight was still on. Girls in bras and knickers looked out from behind glass door to nowhere it seems. Strangely enough, they remind me of Barbie dolls in clear boxes. Some very sad dolls.
7pm
Collapsed in bed.
Jet lag vs. Quynh: 1-0
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