Netherlands

If you came here expecting to see some 420, Bobo Bush, Sticky-icky, or whatever you choose to call it...sorry to disappoint. However, if you've read my book, you know there is one comical story regarding it but I won't tell it here.

The Netherlands is a lovely country with very kind people. It is probably best known by Americans for Amsterdam's "toleration policy" when it comes to drugs like marijana and the complete legality of professional prostitution. However, the country has more than those things to offer. The physical geography is beautiful, the culture in general is very unique, and it has a zoo of nothing but monkeys.....AND THEY ROAM FREELY.

I was blessed to have made friends with two wonderful young women named Paula and Kelly who brought me to this monkey zoo (among other places) where I had an absolute blast!

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Rembrandt Monument, Amsterdam

As described in the journal entry titled,
"Red Lights"

I made it to the city center where I discovered a round courtyard with statues. Near a bench were two guys playing guitars. The talented musicians had drawn a small crowd who threw euros into their open guitar case. While they were taking a short break, I went over and spoke to them. They appreciated my compliments along with the euros I tossed into their case. We chatted for a few minutes until they decided it was time to jump back into it.

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Apenheul, Apeldoorn

As described in the journal entry titled,
"Show Me The Monkeys"

I stood there blown away as one of the several lemurs checking us humans out casually took a seat not even a foot from me on the railing of a walking path. I leaned in and got a quick selfie with it, yet while keeping a safe distance. Although the girls said they probably wouldn’t try to bite me, there was still a chance they might. I chose not to risk it. I did manage to touch the lemur, however.

Lemurs are known for having long, stripped tails. As the one sat there next to me with his tail casually dangling below him, I carefully reached my hand down and lifted the end of his tail in my palm. He immediately shifted his body and looked at my hand curiously. I couldn’t be sure how he felt about it, and I didn’t want to offend him so I didn’t touch it for long. I only wanted to be able to say I touched a lemur. Feeling satisfied, I politely stepped away from it and continued my exploration of the park.