More, from Amsterdam Strolling.

Yes, this post took a while. But it does take a while to sort, edit and load when you have taken 2000 pictures. Berlin, soon. xx

The yard.

To quote Marco Pierre White, “Mother Nature is the true artist.” 

Working out my thighs at Madurodam, Scheveningen.

Life’s too short to not wear what you love.

Blown away at Scheveningen beach.

Feast by the Beach.

Fancy a wash on the streets?

Hear, hear!



Kebab master at work. 



Moment of Lust: Wedge War

Image from H&M

Check out these cute sneakers from H&M! These babies are actually going at a price that won’t make my Momo’s eyes water.

Unfortunately, the local H&M and I just don’t mix.  Don’t get me wrong. I’m not being a snob. N and I have had plenty of fun at the H&Ms(sssss) in Amsterdam. But the H&M here, being the only one, is always so crowded… so loud… so full of … e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

The first time I tried to shop there with Evie and Shaz, we fought our way halfway round the first floor to get on the escalator and then… swiftly made a turn to take the escalator down again. There were grannies there, checking out mini shorts. I asked myself, ‘Do you wanna wear the same mini shorts as your gramps? What if they look better?’ All that while people shoved me with their bags, stepped on my feet, and walk into me as if I’m invisible. I lasted all of five minutes, though I’m certain it would have been much shorter if not for the crowd.

So. The only way I can/will view them are over the computer.

Besides, I really shouldn’t be complaining when I have these girls.