As of the second night of this brand new year, the cities named in this heading are in my crosshairs.
My second favorite band of all time is gigging in the UK in March, and I’m bound and determined to be there. After a few concerts, I’ll want to continue on to the continent. Amsterdam is a target because I’ve got some pre-paid museum passes that expire in July, so I wanna smoke ’em while I’ve got ’em. Rotterdam is a target because it’s on the way to Amsterdam if I take a ferry from the English coast.
Those are the particular reasons specific to this excursion why I am honing in on London, Guildford, Reading, Sheffield, Rotterdam, and Amsterdam. I could give you a dozen other reasons why any or all of those cities are worth aiming for. At the same time, I’m willing to drop two or three of them from my itinerary. Only London and Amsterdam are guaranteed this go-round.
Email me or comment here that you are interested in joining me on the March 2016 expedition and we’ll talk about where exactly (in addition to London and Amsterdam) we’ll go. We could do three concerts instead of four. (You don’t have to attend the concerts with me, anyway. We can find you something else to do on those nights if my band isn’t your thing.) We could skip the ferry and thereby skip Rotterdam. We could add Germany to the mix.
As I posted yesterday, if we commit to Sheffield by January 10 we will save 50% on our hotel rooms there. Half off for lodging!
Get at me, bruh. (Just wanted to see if that looks cooler than it sounds.)
6 July 2015, 9:24 am: I didn’t ride a bicycle on either of my visits to Copenhagen because I didn’t want the side-eye that all the Danish natives would’ve given me when I invariably proceeded too early through every crosswalk. They take crosswalks incredibly seriously in Denmark. Take two steps into the street when the “don’t walk” light is on, and they look at you as if you just applied for a gun permit.
I most certainly did not attempt bike-riding in Amsterdam. If you ever see me on a bicycle in Amsterdam, you’ll know I’ve been diagnosed with a terminal illness and have decided to go out on my own terms.
Salzburg was the city that got my butt on a too-small plastic seat. It was the serene vistas of the mountains that lulled me into a sense of safety. It was the manageable number of pedestrians compared to the elbow-to-elbow street scenes further north. It was the desire for some wind through my hair during the stultifying heat wave. It was the opportunity to get my Von Trapp on. And yes, I did obnoxiously sing “Do-Re-Mi.”
You would’ve, too.