We were told by a plethora of Dutchmen that Zwolle is boring, small, and not worth our time. But we had to go; we had already booked our tickets in advance. Plus, we were meeting up with Jalmar, a guy we went to highschool with, an exchange student. We hadn't seen him in 5 years. Our itinerary was concrete. So, we decided to make the best of it. Besides, we had our space cakes and bottle of scotch; we were prepared for anything - apocalypse and ecetera. Being inebriated makes the time pass quickly.
Upon arrival, we were greeted by Jalmar and his younger sister, Ester. I expected zwolle to be a rural community full of farmers and incestuous clutter, but it was actually a perfect picture town. There are over 115,000 people that live in Zwolle. There is even a unniversity. The architecture is mostly old ducth to medievil to gothic. Zwolle is famous for the folly stand between the Germans and some frecnh vagabond. Story has it that a lone frenchmen stood in a field in Zwolle and scared off thousands of German soldiers. He made lots of noise and acted as if he was part of a larger company. There's a statue of this frenchmen in the middle of center square that collects pigeon poop and rust. Zwolle is actually the cleanest place we visited in Europe. Paris was probably the worst; we saw piles of human feces on sidewalks, and the city always smelled of urine, much like rock werchter but without the excuse of musical celebration and adolescent debauchery.
From the train station Jalmar escorted us to his girlfriend's apartment where we would be staying. Jalmar was very excited to see us. He had the whole day planned, which was great. In Amsterdam, because we knew absolutely no one, we had a hard time finding things to do, outside of drinking coffee and window shopping the Red Light District. Jalmar was on a schedule, and he had activities for every moment of the day. He assumed that we might be hungry after our travels, so he took us to Vito's. Now this place was amazing. Vito's is a sandwhich shop in the middle of downtown. Everyone in Zwolle goes to Vito's. They specialized in exotic sandwhiches, and pretty anything you choose is worth the 6 euro. I had the pastrami sandwhich with Kreuton sauce. Amazing. Anyways after Vito's we went back to the apartment and started to drink, Dutch style. They had grolsch beers waiting for us. We decided to introduce them to Bricko the beer bong. We made Bricko in Brussels, in some hardware store downtown. We just made him in the store and left, only paying for the funnel. We went through 0ver a hundred beers in three day with Bricko. Like the Flemmish, the Dutch were scared of Bricko.
to be continued . . .
Upon arrival, we were greeted by Jalmar and his younger sister, Ester. I expected zwolle to be a rural community full of farmers and incestuous clutter, but it was actually a perfect picture town. There are over 115,000 people that live in Zwolle. There is even a unniversity. The architecture is mostly old ducth to medievil to gothic. Zwolle is famous for the folly stand between the Germans and some frecnh vagabond. Story has it that a lone frenchmen stood in a field in Zwolle and scared off thousands of German soldiers. He made lots of noise and acted as if he was part of a larger company. There's a statue of this frenchmen in the middle of center square that collects pigeon poop and rust. Zwolle is actually the cleanest place we visited in Europe. Paris was probably the worst; we saw piles of human feces on sidewalks, and the city always smelled of urine, much like rock werchter but without the excuse of musical celebration and adolescent debauchery.
From the train station Jalmar escorted us to his girlfriend's apartment where we would be staying. Jalmar was very excited to see us. He had the whole day planned, which was great. In Amsterdam, because we knew absolutely no one, we had a hard time finding things to do, outside of drinking coffee and window shopping the Red Light District. Jalmar was on a schedule, and he had activities for every moment of the day. He assumed that we might be hungry after our travels, so he took us to Vito's. Now this place was amazing. Vito's is a sandwhich shop in the middle of downtown. Everyone in Zwolle goes to Vito's. They specialized in exotic sandwhiches, and pretty anything you choose is worth the 6 euro. I had the pastrami sandwhich with Kreuton sauce. Amazing. Anyways after Vito's we went back to the apartment and started to drink, Dutch style. They had grolsch beers waiting for us. We decided to introduce them to Bricko the beer bong. We made Bricko in Brussels, in some hardware store downtown. We just made him in the store and left, only paying for the funnel. We went through 0ver a hundred beers in three day with Bricko. Like the Flemmish, the Dutch were scared of Bricko.
to be continued . . .
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