The night before flying to Amsterdam (where my meeting was scheduled) I discovered my hotel was 180km away in Brussels.  Which didn’t make much sense (especially with a 9:30am meeting) and left me scratching my head about what to do.

I called our travel agent about changing flights and he said: “Well…  See the Dutch are a sensible lot, and unlike the British they have an extensive and reliable rail service…”

He was right.  From the airport station, a 2 hr train ride (filled to the gills with goddamn dirty hippie backpackers) delivered me to Belgium.

Over dinner my co-worker remarked “Oh, if your room doesn’t have one, ask the front desk for an electronic mosquito repeller.”  It took me a while to appreciate how cunningly evil this tidbit of advice truly was.  I certainly was tired enough that I might have fallen straight to sleep; blissfully unaware of the insect horde draining my essence.  Instead, I bolted wide awake upon hearing the first buzzing marauder to fly past my ear.  An hour later I had worked myself into a lather from stalking around the room naked, wildly wielding a mosquito killing bath towel.

Bleary-eyed we made our way to the meeting the following morning, where I managed to deliver a convincing presentation with minimal preparation.  Meeting vanquished, I was free to wander around Amsterdam for a few hours.

If my wife had been along, I’d have done something sensible like a boat tour, or rented a bicycle.  Instead I plodded around in uncomfortable dress shoes for 5 straight hours raandomly exploring the city…  managing to miss the truly interesting sights (Red Light District) and sadly ignoring the sirens’ call (or aroma) of the many “coffee” shops.

A quick 45min flight later and I was happy to be home.  It was clean-sheet-day!