I miss Indonesian food. Authentic Indonesian food. And that is what Zurich lacks.
Since there are so many Indonesian living in Holland, the logic would be: there must be lot of Indonesian restaurants!
When I told Lanard that I will go to Amsterdam, she insists to go along.
The set of Rijsttafel. :))
The next morning, like regular tourists, we do the tourist thing by checking the windmill...
and try to get high at the night...
If it takes you forever to roll a joint, and you want fast, get the space cake. You get high before you know it.
Another morning after we are back on earth, we take a train journey. I miss Zürich already.
Afternoon tea. Or Beer in my case.
And... for my late lunch... Babi Panggang! Roasted pork. :)
Forget about skinny French Fries. It's huge Dutch Fries. Handled better when stoned. ;)
Not long until we figure out that everything here is about sex.
