The flight there was quite comfortable, KLM was pretty impressive, a lot of legspace, probably to cater to the european builds. Yup, was freaking excited on the plane, because keep getting calls from my father. "Aurelio free kick damn nice. 3-1" Then when i was about to switch off my phone, another call. "Man utd kena own, 4-1" HAHA damn high and i remembered shouting in the plane.
After all the adrenaline rush, i grew tired before the plane even took off, so when i woke up, tadah we're up few thousand feet. can't remember what movie i watched on the plane. OHH Quantum of solace, which i dozed off halfway, and decided to not continue altogether.
12 hours later.
I woke up and plane was beginning the landing procedure. That was a pretty easy ride, sleeping all the way. Collected my luggage, and realised they damaged it, damn cui, so went to ask for a report to claim from the insurance agency.
Not going to post the whole album out(700 over siao arh), just handpick a few so that this post won't be that boring.
So here we are, outside the airport, waiting for my uncle to finish smoking his cigarette. It was 530am only, so pretty cooling, bought our train tickets to Dordrecht, where his father resides in, 14 euro per person, just to go home, pretty expensive.
After the 1 and a half hour train ride, we finally reached dordrecht, and with all the luggage, we took a cab back to his home, even though it was like 10 mins walk away. Meter started, 6.50 euro, holy shit. Oh well but can't be helped. Finally, home sweet home, for my uncle that is.
After resting and unpacking my stuff, we decided to go watch football! Before that we went to visit his brother, who owns a pub by the harbour, a small one though, just for the yachts.
beer in the morning! Why not?
Then off we go to the game.
Next few days was spent walking around dordrecht town, and then going to Amsterdam, a pity that i wasn't brought to any sight seeing spot though.
This is the ROM there, massive structure.
The docks around the town, didn't realise that the country depends alot on the sea, many docks and many ships around. Those who grew up without much qualification usually go on to become sailors, quite a carefree life i must say.
You can see what i do most of the time :)
Some pictures from the infamous Amsterdam. Coincidentally, the day we made our journey there was matchday, Ajax Vs Marseille, Euro Cup, which Ajax eventually lost. It was like sort of a prelude to the liverpool trip. The whole place was absolutely buzzing, you could feel the excitement and tension. Many ajax and marseille supporters fill the streets, watched over by the many policemen on duty.
After that we went for dinner, sort of a restaurant by the dock, overlooking the sea. They mainly serve fish, from the fishing boats, so guaranteed fresh.
No doubt the best picture of my whole holland trip. So pretty.
The days were pretty routine basically. Maybe that's why i slim down HAHAHA. I really did ok, some people just don't believe me. If not, the only other possible reason is that beer has a slimming effect. A typical day involves:
7am- That's the time i wake up everyday, without fail without alarm. IMPRESSIVE RIGHT? Down to the living room, to make myself a cup of tea.
8am- BBC news is on, before that has to let grandpa watch his dutch news, in dutch of course. Meanwhile grandpa cooks 1 boiled egg for us everyday, which i usually eat together with bread. After a week though i stopped eating bread, just the egg was enough.
9 to 12noon- Back up to my room, play psp, listen music, sleep, etc etc.
12 noon to 5- Usually we go out, town, pubs, amateur soccer.
5 to 7pm- We'll be back for dinner, and grandpa usually cooks for us. Whatever he cooks, we eat, but he's quite a good cook, grilled chicken, grilled horse meat, macaroni(yes i know i know, no choice ma eat lor experience the dutch life).
7pm to 9pm- Usually i'll be in my room after taking a bathe, but occasionally i'll be down in the living room watching tv(most of the time football), or having another cup of tea.
9pm to ?? - The sleeping time varies, sometimes i play game til 12, sometimes i play til 10+, but still everyday i get to wake up 7am. It's natural air conditioned at night, so it's good in a way, but my skin started to crack a few days later, so no choice had to put moisturiser, so ma fan.
The next few days would be different though, I'M GOING TO LIVERPOOL. We had to leave home early cause the flight was at light 0845, so we left home at around 5+.
Captured the sun rising while i was on a train. This promises to be a great day. At the airport we had our breakfast, guess how much this cost?
$20. -.-. You know i'm not a sandwich person, but $20, choke to death also must swallow it down.
You cannot imagine how i felt while i was walking all the way out from the plane to the airport. Practically beaming all the way, i won't blame them if they thought i was retarded. Auntie june, one of my aunt good friends came to fetch us to the hotel, very nice of her.
4 star hotel, Rabison sas hotel, the room wasn't ready when we reached, so we went for a walk, but anyway, here it is, business class.
Went for lunch, and so was searching for this particular cafe. I was like thinking "wtf is it?" and realise i was standing next to it HAHAHA. Jamie's sports cafe.
Look at the number of tvs, you'll have trouble deciding which one to watch.
After a very large pizza, and a couple of pints to go with it, we went SHOPPING! No prize for guessing which shop i went into.
Decided to go for something unique, some of the clothes where you cannot find in singapore, so yup and got myself a poster, which is now proudly hung up on my wall.
The royal liver building, whatever it means. A freaking bloody big building, with of course the liver bird on top of it.
Auntie june and uncle colin then brought us to dinner at a chinese restaurant, managed by hong kongers. All speaking cantonese, but unfortunately i'm still not proficient in it yet. Nvm, at the rate i'm watching i'll pick it up in no time, the next time i go there i'll definitely be able to speak to them in cantonese.
We then went to the bar that uncle colin frequents, and they were having a farewell party for the bar owner, who just sold it and is migrating to Australia, so naturally the theme was Aussie wear. Then we have people coming into the bar in billabong beachwear(it's freezing outside btw), a man dressed in foster beer can, an aborigine(wonder how he did that), and one in cricket gear.
Had like 2 2 pints of beer, which made it 4, and the speed at which they were drinking, omg. I was already damn bloated from the dinner, so couldn't take it already, so i stopped.
Had a nice hot bathe in the hotel, it's so much better compared to grandpa's house in holland. In holland i have to warm the floor before stepping into the shower room, so ya can't be compared since this is a hotel.
Lying on the bed, HOW COULD I SLEEP WHEN I'M GOING TO ANFIELD THE NEXT DAY????!! Besides, Chelsea and Man Utd lost their match. WHAT A DEFINING MOMENT. Excited and high til i fell asleep, and woke up at 6. Talk to whoever who was online through my psp, and prepare to go for breakfast then to anfield.
Bad neighbours. HAHA
Had some beer at the pub, it was already quite crowded, and it was only like 11am. Yes the match starts at 4pm. LOLL I went back to the pub again at 330, and look at the difference now.
A pity that my uncle didn't want to come in, the atmosphere was very good, they were singing songs and everything, and i can't possibly leave him standing outside, so i had no choice but to drag myself out of the pub.
The day finally came, where i stood in front of The Shankly Gates.
This is some of the stuff that i always dream about, and to finally be there and see it personally. Looking back, it was so surreal that i couldn't really believe it, that i'm finally there.
So we entered the turnstille, and i, enter Anfield for the first time in my life.
Took a picture of them training, and guess who i got?
FERNANDO TORRES LIVERPOOL NO.9!
The kop in full swing. I hope to sit and sing with them one day.
Match started and the camera goes into the pocket, but couldn't resist taking it out. HAHA
After the game, we walked all the way back to our hotel, yes walked. Took us around 1hour ++, and we had dinner at the chinese restaurant again. The next morning we went for the stadium tour, which i booked on the internet about a few weeks ago.
The famous "this is anfield" sign. To touch it like how all the liverpool legends and players have done in the past, omg it just sends a shiver down my spine.
Man of the match today Desmond Goh
The mirror torres and gerrard uses before entering the field. OMGGGGGG I WANT TO STEALLL IT
And so, i left Liverpool, reluctantly, but i took a load of memories with me, which i'll never forget, just thinking about it gives me the shivers. Well 1 picture to sum it up.
Grandpa was happy we were back to accompany him, so he cooked my favourite dish again, horse meat!
Most of the after my liverpool trip was spend doing, or rather playing this.
We met my uncle nephew, i think that makes him my cousin at the pub, so we went drinking, til the extent that i got damn high and seh from beer OMG
I liked how the foam of the beer stick to the glass to create a unique pattern on the glass, quite nice.
Walking around town and i saw this LOL
The cheese is omg disgusting.
Pretty? Look how cheap it is to satisfy your gf in europe. I wouldn't mind lor seriously. 5 euro omg.
It was a rainy week, and we didn't manage to go out often, only this 1 time where we went for the boat tour.
Lunch on the boat.
Does this building look familiar to you? It's the one jackie chan scaled down on his police story movie.
And so i completed my game too.
We then went to my last amateur soccer game before we leave for home. It was quite funny, only heard of players walking out of the game AKA Thailand. In this particular match, the referee was insulted for giving controversial decision, so he blew for the final whistle at 60mins and steal the ball and walk into the dressing room LOL.
My lunch during the game, WITH PEANUT BUTTER SAUCE HAHAHA
Ain't she cute? Western babies are damn cute, don't know why.
That concludes my short europe trip. Freaking long until i'm seeing stars now. Oh the plane back was exceptionally long. Maybe because i'm returning home, so it feels longer. Anyway i got the window seat so yeah, super nice. Stare at the stars until i fell asleep. A shame i couldn't capture it on the camera.
Well europe, this certainly won't be the last you'll see of me. I'll definitely be visiting Anfield again. AND AND STONEHENGE ANYONE??
OH AND BTW, DUI MEANS BYEE IN DUTCH
Long awaited post finally, decided to write about my euro trip before i forget about it, then again, how could i ever forget?