Bit of drama getting to my hotel in Holland. Those who know me can confirm that I am a bit map-challenged...in that I never look at them if I can help it. Being map-negligent and loving travel wouldn't seem to be a good mix, yet I've managed it somehow. Anyway, I did see that the hotel was in Utrecht - somewhere in Amsterdam, right? Wrong. Arrived in Amsterdam Centraal at night and discovered that Utrecht is a completely different town. What? Who re-arranged the map? Scrambled to find a train to Utrecht, and after a half hour ride through dark-enveloped country-side, I stumbled my way to the hotel. I've never been more grateful to see a hotel room! But now on to my first pics of the Dam.
A fellow tourist checking out the city map - something I had to learn to do! I got a great map at the station, and I dropped it on the street on my last day. Since I have OCD, I couldn't use it any more. Boo! I had planned to keep it as a souvenir. I had to revert to plan B on that day and follow the trams to get to the places I wanted to see. Why not get on a tram ? Well, I was on a limited budget. Plus, walking helps you absorb a place.
