Would you like to touch my cheese?

Amsterdam. new years. wow. So many people so many fireworks exploding absolutely everywhere at any time. It was an incredible experience. Basically, fireworks Dutch people coffee shops bars clubs mind blowing. Which made this morning great fun. Flagged breakfast and made sandwiches for lunch out of breakfast. Stopped by a cheese and clogs factory so to say. Guy made both the cheese and the clogs, and wore the clogs all the time. He is the proud owner of the quote titling this post and many more, made a clog fairly quickly as well for the most part. Beyond that I had my photo taken as a Dutchman, which was great fun when we were late for the coach and running out of the shop in front of another group who definitely thought we had stolen something. Managed to find time to visit the Anne frank house. I have not previously read or known too much into her story, so the tour was a very sobering experience. 105,000 Jews from the Netherlands alone. In between the rubbish that comes out of my mouth is sometime seriousness. And the whole ordeal still blows my mind. Beyond that I have a new favorite game. My new favorite game, sitting at a bar watching Dutch people speak, particularly the bar man and his locals. But because I don't understand I make up what they say. For example barman 'and he threw the chicken, squawking and all, at a 60 degree angle, and I said that will never clear the canal, not a chance, and then next thing I know POOF the chicken was a firework!' Local 'ah yes I have many chickens go splodey, particularly at the new year period, they get very excited by not being killed at Christmas ' barman 'you eat chicken for Christmas ?' local 'no I just enjoy the slaughter' things were starting to seem tense, but they were laughing and smiling the whole time. Senseless chicken murder, at least let us eat them, jerks. And the bartender speaks better English than me. I had skipped the dinner in the hope of getting out and wandering about the city, but it is pissing down with rain and I got soaked just walking from the restaurant to the first bar I saw. So I'm people watching. It's not weird if you can't understand them. Happy 2012 world, I'm opening the way I ended.