amsterdam trip was great and a big part of it ofcourse was the crazy people I travelled with or whom I met. the first night in the hostel... everything smelled like weed and people were drunk, bordels, hookerhouses, coffeshops, canals, more hookers, sexshops, sextheatres, bananashows, drunk foreigners, drunk estonians, cool places - all at once is a big mess, but this is amsterdam and true it is, there is not a city like that in europe and aswell there is not a city where it is better to get lost than in this one. we didnt get lost though, we just missed the amsterdam centraal stop by an hour and ended up nowhere, but we made it. had a blast in Hague visting an old friend and making lots of new ones, got soaking drunk and smoked some, danced to rock and roll and saw a lot of great art (man ray for example). back in amsterdam i almost bought a granade box in a cool flea market, but after buying a wooden suitcase I thought it was enough... saw gogh, vanmeer and hals and visited an aswsome oriental museum of crazy native art which I think I liked the most. bought a george harrison vinule what he recored somewhere in the 70ties after India and learing together with Ravi Shankar, it has a mindblowing vibe and i fell in love with it. to whose who dont know the Beatles had a lot to do with his indian master, as lot of their music is affected by his creations because George learned sitar under his teaching in India and everyone knows the album St. Pepper`s Lonely Hearts Club Band. I saw so many things and thought about a lot. It is sad that we dont explore all what we have to explore and let so many good ideas to be waisted. How much is there that we dont know and what we will never know and why is there never time to bring my double-base to tartu or start drawing again or finish writing some things or sow the clothes I designed or find a place to put the band together?
