After our train from Brussels got diverted twice, we all got kicked off on the wrong side of Amsterdam. For some reason, I look like I'm four feet tall in this photo my dad took of me scouring the map for an alternate route that WASN’T shut down.
From March 29:
“There is trouble on the tracks ahead,” the train conductor blurted out just moments ago over the P.A. with a heavy Dutch accent, warning that our train from Brussels to Amsterdam is now being diverted. Again.
I had assured my dad back in Brussels that I would track down an Amsterdam hotel for us before the sun went down. It’s been pitch black outside for a while now, so I figure my travel cred was already toast before this train crossed into the Netherlands anyway.
I’m not worried, though. I’ve never had problems finding a hostel in Amsterdam, even at night. Stepping it up to a full-blown hotel for Bo should be a piece of cake.
Trust us, Amsterdam, we’re coming! Eventually.
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