Heading out past the restaurants we skirted around last night, we start to take competitive photos of the same things: Helen with her Pixel, me with my iPhone SE. When comparing results later we discover that basically the Pixel is amazing and the SE is dull. I really should set the photos next to each other using Layout or something, and present them in tandem below, but frankly it's too late and I dont really know how to do it easily and quickly so that'll have to wait.
Helen has an instagram account now though, so go follow her.
The Teyler Museum, as everyone who saw QI on Friday night knows, is where the top of Mont Blanc is. The highest part of the Alps was stolen by the guy who first ascended it, and now it's in this here museum. We thought about going in to see it, but discovered two lots of €12.50 reasons not to bother. That's not a cheap museum to visit!
More wandering back into town, now looking for a gift for a cat sitting neighbour. Lots of shops are closed, but the fantastic cheesemonger is open and he feeds us free samples of great cheese. While he vacuum packs the purchase I ogle at the cheese cave, because god damn it this shop has a cheese cave.
So that's chores done, and we've still got two or three hours to kill. This means owl beer. But first we stop to gawk at the expat shop stocking English and American goods including flavoured Polos. Do these things still exist even in the UK?
At Uiltje we are too early. It opens at 2pm and it's 1.45pm when we arrive. Grr. So we go for a short wander around various side streets, finding nothing much of interest except a Lego Martin Luther by yet another church. But then it's 2pm and we're the first people in Uiltje.
Dark beer and sour beer, please. And again. It's just as great as it was yesterday. The barman is super friendly and chastises me for suggesting that "rauchbier lager" doesn't really make sense, so he lectures me on why it completely does and tells me the beer I'm referring to is from a place in Germany called Bamberg and then I'm like, oh wait! I've had that, when I stayed in Bamberg and drank tons of beer in late 2015. What an idiot I am! So, no sale, because I'm after something new. He sells me a 10% imperial stout without much resistance.
A man comes in with flight cases and very soon I am invited to search through his vast selection of 7" vinyl to help contribute to the afternoon DJ set he's about to commence. Oh, OK then. I pick Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Tavares, Earth Wind & Fire, and Imagination. I could have carried on and on. In the end he plays precisely none of my songs before we leave, but he does come over and apologise profusely for failing to fit Can I Play With Madness? in with the reggae he's started with.
While drinking one beer, the brewery toasts my check-in on untappd; seconds later, I spy there's an Untappd feed on the revolving bottle menu monitor and there goes my avatar and name for having just checked in. My name's in lights!
I love Uiltje. We love Uiltje. So desperately tempting to pop over here on an early flight, back on the last flight of the day basis numerous times a year. At one point I try to settle up because we want to go to their other venue and buy some merch - their own website says they're open 3pm-8pm on Sundays. He says, whoa, no, that's not true, that was a pop up shop that finished ages ago. So we stay for another beer and he says it's on the house. I told you, this place is fantastic.
But, anyway, we have to leave. So back to the hotel, pick up our bag. Up to the station, there's a train to Sloterdijk fairly soon. Nothing breaks down and we move to platform 10 by leaving the damn station and walking 500 yards to where platforms 9 and 10 are. Look, Amsterdam, just man up and admit these are separate stations.
Train to Schiphol is a 15 minute wait and 10 minute journey. Helen has a vape while I check on the BA app, can I spend some miles to fly us back to Heathrow? It's a semi-serious idea - there seems to be train fail from Gatwick which I'm sure wasn't there when I checked early last week, and apparently it's going to take us 90 minutes plus to reach Surbiton/Thames Ditton. Hence the Heathrow thing. But, it would cost miles and money and meh no, c'mon, we've got tickets already.
Through boarding pass check and security, once again both of my trays are chosen for secondary inspection. Also Helen is frisked and her coat is picked out too. Perhaps this time we really are being bullied? Through into the departure area we wander around and then plonk in a bar to get some bites and a pint. Ooh, I can have the Jopen Extra Stout after all.