Amster… DAMN! That’s a Dirty City.
One of the highlights of my recent visit to Germany was a day-trip to Amsterdam. City of canals and free puff.
Amsterdam is about a 2.5 hour drive from Düsseldorf, on the Autobahn all the way. Zum zum. At our first approach into the city, we noticed the lovely houseboats moored on the canals, and rows of tulips flanking the streets.
And then we noticed this:
Every street was like this; strewn with piles of litter and in some cases, lined with walls of garbage bags. The trash cans, however, were mysteriously empty.
Free association. Topic: Amsterdam. Go!
Legalized marijuana. Tourism. Bicycles. SEX. American girls gone wild. Beer in a glass at the movies. French fries drowned in mayonnaise. Look. It’s legal to buy it and it’s legal to own it. If you’re the proprietor of a hash bar, it’s legal to smoke it, but you can’t just get a joint and start puffing away; you have to smoke at home or in designated areas. I know. You’d dig it the most.
But trash? No.
The aftermath of a citywide parade? A garbageman strike?
Beats us. But, Amster-DAMN! That’s a lot of trash.
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