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The morning started with the kind of hotel breakfast that deserves a standing ovation: croissants straight out of the oven, pancakes hot off the mysterious pancake machine, and fruit being chopped right in front of our eyes like a live cooking show. According to Saskia, however, the hot dogs were a crime against food and best forgotten.
Fueled by flaky pastry and a sugar rush, we set off for A’DAM Lookout — the towering building famous for its panoramic city views. Our plan was simple: enjoy the skyline, snap a few photos, and head back down. The giant swing that launches you over the edge of the building? Absolutely not on the agenda.
But then I saw it in action. It didn’t look that terrifying… and Saskia’s eyes lit up like she’d just discovered free Wi-Fi. “Do you really want to go?” I asked. Turns out she really, really did. So up we went. Me, clinging on for dear life, and Saskia, swinging like a rollercoaster addict. I’ll admit — it was fun. Once. Saskia would have gone again immediately, but luckily the swing wasn’t free.
Before all that adrenaline, Saskia also got her first-ever subway ride — which she declared almost as thrilling as the swing. Almost.
Next stop: Stüssy, the holy grail of streetwear. Except… apparently holiness requires patience, because only 5–6 people were allowed in at a time, and the line snaked halfway toward the Red Light District. After what felt like forever, we got in — only to discover the collection was, well, underwhelming. So much for fashion enlightenment.
To balance the disappointment, we swung by TK Maxx (home of chaotic treasure hunts) before hunting down lunch.
Post-lunch, Saskia had her heart set on Hollister. We turned the corner and nearly choked: a queue stretching over 100 meters. A WTF moment. Bracing ourselves for another endless wait, we walked past — and discovered that the actual Hollister entrance was completely queue-free. Turns out the massive line was for a shop across the street selling Labubus. We wished the poor souls in line good luck and carried on with our plans.
We lightened the mood with a quick wander through the flower market, then retreated to the hotel for a well-earned siesta.
When evening rolled around, I asked Saskia what she wanted to do next. Perhaps cautious due to earlier endless walks, she chose something safe: a canal cruise. Perfect. The dock was conveniently right in front of our hotel, and arriving early got us the best seats by the window. Halfway through, Amsterdam traffic proved it isn’t limited to roads or planes — we hit a canal jam, and another boat even bumped into us from behind. Authentic local experience unlocked.
We wrapped up the day with a grocery store dash for some evening snacks, before collapsing back at the hotel.
Fueled by flaky pastry and a sugar rush, we set off for A’DAM Lookout — the towering building famous for its panoramic city views. Our plan was simple: enjoy the skyline, snap a few photos, and head back down. The giant swing that launches you over the edge of the building? Absolutely not on the agenda.
But then I saw it in action. It didn’t look that terrifying… and Saskia’s eyes lit up like she’d just discovered free Wi-Fi. “Do you really want to go?” I asked. Turns out she really, really did. So up we went. Me, clinging on for dear life, and Saskia, swinging like a rollercoaster addict. I’ll admit — it was fun. Once. Saskia would have gone again immediately, but luckily the swing wasn’t free.
Before all that adrenaline, Saskia also got her first-ever subway ride — which she declared almost as thrilling as the swing. Almost.
Next stop: Stüssy, the holy grail of streetwear. Except… apparently holiness requires patience, because only 5–6 people were allowed in at a time, and the line snaked halfway toward the Red Light District. After what felt like forever, we got in — only to discover the collection was, well, underwhelming. So much for fashion enlightenment.
To balance the disappointment, we swung by TK Maxx (home of chaotic treasure hunts) before hunting down lunch.
Post-lunch, Saskia had her heart set on Hollister. We turned the corner and nearly choked: a queue stretching over 100 meters. A WTF moment. Bracing ourselves for another endless wait, we walked past — and discovered that the actual Hollister entrance was completely queue-free. Turns out the massive line was for a shop across the street selling Labubus. We wished the poor souls in line good luck and carried on with our plans.
We lightened the mood with a quick wander through the flower market, then retreated to the hotel for a well-earned siesta.
When evening rolled around, I asked Saskia what she wanted to do next. Perhaps cautious due to earlier endless walks, she chose something safe: a canal cruise. Perfect. The dock was conveniently right in front of our hotel, and arriving early got us the best seats by the window. Halfway through, Amsterdam traffic proved it isn’t limited to roads or planes — we hit a canal jam, and another boat even bumped into us from behind. Authentic local experience unlocked.
We wrapped up the day with a grocery store dash for some evening snacks, before collapsing back at the hotel.
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