Monday – 12th December
I can’t really remember what I did today. I probably played a fair amount of Skyrim and did some studying.
Tuesday – 13th December
I went to get some errands done in the morning at the bank and traffic department before dropping by Panera to buy lunch before heading to school to study. I overestimated the time I needed for my errands and thus ended up in school a good seven hours ahead of the exam, with all the time meant for studying. Along with some classmates, I did manage to do all the previous test papers I had, but seven hours is a little too long, and most of us were feeling quite poorly by the time the paper started at 7:15 p.m. However, the paper was very similar to one of the test papers that I did, the one where I could only get 90% of the marks confidently. I knew I had secured my B leaving the exam room, but was unsure of the A.
I was the last one to finish exams among our group, so once I was done, Jill, Reggie, Navin, and I all went to Derrika’s to just have a little end of exam party. It was a little strange to think that my second Fall semester was over, and that it all passed in a blur. An oversight in the planning of classes and labs meant that I did not do as well as I could have, as much time was spent doing busywork in lab reports, rather than actually studying.
Having three classes back to back was also not the best of ideas, and the change in lifestyle of living off-campus was also unaccounted for. Overall, it was a rough semester for all 3 of us as we had to adjust our lifestyles and cope with the distractions posed by home. I just hope that the results won’t be a mirror of my grades in poly, where the second year was the dip in all the grades.
Preface to the Winter Break Entries
There are a lot of photos that were taken during the entire three weeks and there is no way they can all be posted here. I will upload them all to Facebook and attempt to caption them as best as I can. Reading this blog while having the photo album open should make it easy to jump between the two and you have the photos to refer to.
Wednesday – 14th December
I woke up fairly early despite the late night before, and I felt really awake and clear headed. Maybe that joke about alcohol killing slow brain cells does holds some water. Navin and I had to go to the DMV to go check about the letters they sent us regarding some lost photos. I received my license, so I didn’t need to worry about it, but he had to get his photo taken again.
Getting home, Reggie was kind enough to settle lunch while we packed. I still felt kind of lost about what to pack and just how much. I’ve never actually traveled for such a long time frame before, and definitely not with a backpack. In the end, after three hours and packing everything into Ziploc bags, I think I did a fairly decent job of finding the right balance of stuff. I probably erred a little on the light side because I figured I could just buy whatever I needed since it was my own money anyway. What I did not skimp on were the thermal clothes, I had 3 sets of thermal clothes, although two of the tops were really just tight-fitting long sleeve polyester t-shirts.
I thought I wouldn’t have had enough time to pack, but I ended up with enough time to give the kitchen a clean before leaving, saving Reggie some work. Before I knew it, we were at Orlando International Airport, and it was a good thing we were there early, because checking in and clearing security took up a long time and we boarded the aircraft about 20 minutes before the stipulated takeoff.
It was a flight that was only half-full, and we were encouraged to spread out and make ourselves comfortable after take-off. The Captain said something about how we were all distributed to balance the weight for takeoff and we should remain in our allocated seats. While the plane was taking off, all I could do was look at the wing and think about the Kutta-Joukowski theorem and whether I got that question right. -.-
Thursday – 15th December
I found myself lying down fully flat on the center aisle of the 747, and after the meals, I fell asleep fairly easily. I think I had somehow deceived myself into thinking it was later than normal because my watch was already on UK time although I had no recollection of ever adjusting it. In any case, the flight went by fairly quick and I was wide awake when we touched down in London Gatwick.
Along the way, I actually met a Riddle student, this Taiwanese girl doing her Masters who always comes by the writing center for help. She followed Navin and I all the way to Victoria train station in London. The overland rail ride from London Gatwick to Victoria Rail Station wasn’t too bad, about an hour or so, and it was a nice view of the British countryside, and was also filled with people making their commute into the city.
Once at Victoria, I had to change some US into pounds so that I would have something to work with and to buy my tube tickets with, but I made the mistake of not asking if there was a service charge. The result is that I ended up with an exchange rate of almost 1.8USD:1GBP after taking the damn fee into account (my later trip to London had me at 1.6.)
We had some time to kill before our train left for Amsterdam, so the plan was to head to Leicester Square and Chinatown for lunch. While chilling in the Starbucks, I was on whatsapp with Zixuan, or Caleb as he is now known. It took about 30 minutes of conversation before he realized that I was in London. He immediately came down to meet us, and we went back to his place to put our bags down before we all headed to Chinatown to eat at Four Seasons. The roast duck was really tasty although it was a little fatty. He then brought us to his favorite dessert place where I had herbal jelly for the first time in years.
It would occur to me later that London is a city where you can truly find any type of food that this world has, and probably at a reasonable price too. Navin went to meet his sister, while Caleb and I took a walk back to his place. Before I knew it, it was time to head to King’s Cross and I met Navin there, walking from Caleb’s Tottenham Court Road walk-up. While the tube is incredibly efficient, London is quite a walkable city, with most of the things fairly close by, especially in this area.
The train ride took almost 7 hours to Amsterdam, and we had to change at Brussels, just narrowing making the connection; if not we would have had to wait an hour for the next train. The only border control we had to pass through was at King’s Cross, where we got a stamp saying we entered France. After that, and for the rest of the trip till we entered the UK again, there were no border controls at all.
We arrived in Amsterdam at about 10p.m., and it was a short, but cold, walk to the hostel from Amsterdam Centraal Station. St. Christopher’s hostel in Amsterdam was right on the edge of the Red Light District, with a ton of pubs and smoke shops surrounding it. It looked to be in a very happening area, but the rooms were pretty crappy, and looking back at photos on the website, I think we got one of the worse rooms. The hostel was also right next to a club, and I think the position of our room was quite close to it, and it would prove impossible to sleep the next few nights until 5a.m., when the club closes.
It was still fairly early for us, and we had a quick dinner nearby before we took a quick walk around the Red Light District to look at all the prostitutes and some of them were quite unreal. You’d never think that such attractive looking women would be working as prostitutes instead of models or something. For the most part, the people walking around were mostly window shopping, and there were large groups of other people just walking around looking at the girls in the windows and have them tap the glass, inviting people in.
Walking the Red Light District provided a lot of food for thought and reading up about it gave even more to think about. My thoughts is that if ever there was a place to tempt a guy into prostitution, this would be the place. Mostly young girls of all races with ridiculous bodies would sway even the most upright of men. For me, the combination of being brought up as a Catholic and respecting women means I would never succumb to such a level. I will not deny that the thought crossed my mind as I was after all, unsupervised, but the idea was quickly pushed out of my head as I knew that such things would stain your soul for eternity. I suppose at the end of the day, it’s all about whether you can go to sleep peacefully.
Friday – 16th December
The room was empty, and we woke up really late, partly due to the noise from the club not stopping till really late, and maybe also to sleep off the fatigue accumulated from the train ride the night before. In any case, walking around the city, we found a nice little restaurant called De Behamel on the opposite side of the train station from where we were. It was a little pricey, but I had gravade lax on top of mashed potatoes with cod in it. It was a really fishy meal, but I loved every bit of it.
After lunch, Anne Frank’s house was pretty nearby, and it is now a museum, so we went it. It was reasonably priced and I’m glad I went in, because it was a big history lesson on antisemitism and the whole place was geared toward increasing diversity awareness and education. I always knew her diary was famous, but never quite knew why, and so this little trip brought me up to speed.
One of the problems with traveling in winter is how quickly it gets dark, and by 4 p.m. or so, it was dark already. We stopped by the Sex Museum since it was only €4 and on our way. It was more amusing than anything, in some ways trying to show that people have been getting funky for a long time, and that older society was just as promiscuous as it is now, although probably a lot more discreet. The gallery that chronicled all the deviant sex forms like S&M was quite disturbing though. You’ve got to be pretty sick in the head to find that kind of thing a turn-on.
Dinner was a simple lamb shwarma that was cheap and good, but my itchy eyes bought me an expensive Belgian waffle that was as expensive as dinner and just as filling. It was so good though. We had signed up for this barhopping tour since for €17 you get to go to 4 bars and a club, with a free shot at each one, and unlimited shots at the first for a certain time. We also each got a free t-shirt that said “Ultimate Party Amsterdam: The night you can’t remember but will never forget!” The idea was that you were supposed to get so wasted, you don’t remember anything. It was pretty fun as we talked to a Texan who insisted we have to go to New Orleans, and all the British guys who were just in Amsterdam to party.
By the time we finished the fourth bar, I had to bring a puking Navin back to the hotel room, after which I walked to the club on my own which was really quite small. The music was also nothing to shout home about, so I left around 2 a.m., to find a bunch of guys sleeping in the other beds of the room. These idiots would prove to be highly annoying later on. Unfortunately, the club next door was still ridiculously noisy, and I suppose it’s my problem that I’m such a light/noise-sensitive sleeper. By the time I fell asleep, it must have been 5 a.m., and I didn’t wake till 11 a.m., which meant we wasted daylight. The question is whether we were “wasting” time as after all, it’s not like we had a schedule to follow.
Saturday -17th December
We went for lunch at this Chinese restaurant nearby called Nam Kee. Whether is has any relation to the ones we know of cannot be determined, but the food was most definitely the most authentic Chinese I have eaten in years. We most definitely over-ordered, but we managed to finish the majority of the food, although it cost us a whopping €23 each. The roast duck was perfect, having just the slightest bit of fat for flavor, but not so much that it makes you feel sick.
My outermost North Face jacket had its zipper damaged the night before because I stupidly tried to force it while it was cold; I should have heated it up or something before trying. As a result, there was a broken tooth on one side and we walked to the local North Face store in a mall to see if something could be done. They redirected us to a seamstress that was quite a walk away, but the journey there was quite fruitful. We passed by a farmer’s market that was selling basically everything you could want out of the backs of vans/trucks. Honeys/syrups, fish, meat, vegetables, fruits, cheese, bread, spices/oils, pickles/olives, and many other things were for sale. If you live with Amsterdam, you could easily get all your marketing done in that one place on Saturday, knowing the food is from the local farmers.
We also passed through a street market that was selling a bunch of stuff, and as my modus operandi, I found a store selling funny t-shirts. Amazingly enough, the owner of the stall identified us as Singaporeans even though he only had a few words to figure out our accents. Apparently he was there in the 80s and he still remembers that he loves chicken rice. It was a really strange meeting, to have someone like a street stall owner actually know where Singapore is and even more, know the good stuff about it.
The seamstress informed me that I would have to have the whole zipper replaced and such an operation would take time, something I did not have the luxury of. Fortunately, the jacket also had Velcro strips, so I could still fasten it close. For all the wonders that American synthetics is, the European button jackets do seem a lot more convenient at times.
From there, it was quite a long walk to the Heineken museum, but my offline maps app on my iPhone had not failed us thus far. The only problem was the compass and GPS were not very accurate, but navigating by street names was a sure fire way to get somewhere. We arrived at the museum half an hour before they were closing and managed to get our tickets. The lady was distracted when returning our change and we basically had a €10 discount. The museum basically went through the brewing and bottling process, things that I’ve already watched on the Discovery Channel, so it was more of a touch and taste experience than any actual imbibing of knowledge.
Both Navin and I tried the beer draughting challenge and it turns out I’m not very good at it. I have no idea why, but it seems my motor skills were just not with me at that point in time. I eventually got it after a few tries, and they really did make it seem that the beer was as cheap as water. We bought beer glasses from the store that we got engraved with our names, and one for Reggie as well, so we finally have proper beer glasses.
We took a tram back since it was a long walk, and the tram was not cheap because it lets you have unlimited rides for an hour, which totally sucks if you just want to go from A to B. We chilled out in the hostel for a while before heading to the area with the clubs the Texan from the previous night told us about. There was a street fair in that area, which resulted in us snacking since dinner was a simple wrap near the hostel. I caved in and bought yet another waffle which was equally good and filling. There was a nearby smoke shop, so we went in, and I think I chose the wrong flavor because I was so totally stoned for the rest of the night. I was literally spacing out while wide awake, which on hindsight was actually quite liberating.
Unfortunately, the clubs were only opening at 11p.m., and we had no intention of freezing ours butts off over there for another two hours, so we went back and hung out in the bar below the hostel. I was so totally stoned that I decided to just go sleep, but I got interrupted by one of the German guys who brought a girl back, which is actually against the rules. Navin and I regret not turning him in because we would have gotten our hostel money refunded, which would be €90 each. In any case, the German guy will provide me with a humorous tale forever due to some of the stupid things he said while doing the act. I had my headphones plugged in, but I still remember two events. One was him saying “is it too small, or are we doing it wrong?” which had me trying my best to not burst out laughing. Later on, it seemed he let go inside her and neither of them had any protection and they were both freaking out. In my mind I was thinking how stupid could these two people be, especially the girl. It’s times like these I’m glad to have some conservative Asian values as I’d never get caught in such a foolish situation.
Sunday – 18th December
My phone had died over the night and my alarm didn’t go off, and for once, the German guys were useful as their noise roused me to check my watch, which was the time we needed to wake to get to the airport. We arrived early and checked in at Easyjet, before just hanging out in the terminal, where I fell asleep on the chairs till it was time to board. It was supposed to be a one hour flight to Berlin, but a freak snow squall hit the airport.
The Dutch Airport outsourced the de-icing services, and it took almost two hours for them to get their act together. It took a while for the first machine to come, only to have them find out that it was broken. By the time the second one came, the ice had actually melted off the wings, but they still de-iced it anyway. The cabin crew leader was quite a funny guy and made jokes about Dutch efficiency and told everybody that we would have no such worries once in Germany.
I was falling asleep on the plane as well since I really didn’t get much sleep at all the whole trip so far. I’m never taking that hostel again regardless of how close it was to the action. It was only near the bars and Red Light District, which I think I can easily give up for a place more comfortable and conducive for sleep.
With a dead phone, we didn’t have my maps to navigate once in Berlin, but we managed to find the hostel anyway. Although it’s the same hostel company, the Berlin one was luxurious compared to the one we had left. The beds were big, there were curtains for privacy and it was just spacious in general. The other people in our room were an Australian guy and French girl who we hung out with at the bar, and we also found three Singaporeans from NTU on their end of exchange Europe trip.
































