On the Boat

 I can't have more than one connected device on the boat, so I'm stuck with one finger typing on my phone.

My first dairy free meal was terrific..salad. a nice piece of turbot with pasta and raspberry sorbet with mint from the ship's sundeck herb garden.

I was thinking of going back into Amsterdam for weed and hookers before the boat leaves at 11:30, but I'm too old, it's too late in the eve for someone who gets up at 5am, and I've become too Christian for paid sex.  Sigh.  I'm just no fun anymore.

And after a look at my travel companions (amoung whom there is a sorry lack of dermatological ink) I figure there's no chance for a shipboard romance.  I chose to eat alone tonight, not having energy for conviviality...I'll try that tomorrow. 

My suite is actually awesome enough to hang out in the whole trip!

I've put a favorite picture of Will on one of the bookshelves.

Our tour guide in the Hagute was a moderately left wing historian who did not leave out the crimes of Holland's "golden age."  I was also happy to see that the Rijksmuseum had commentary on some of the paintings about the Dutch slave trade.  The worldwide reckoning over colonialism continues...except for Mr. Puttin, who would prefer to see slavery to Russia continue.

Tomorrow we look at windmills.