Amsterdam
So here it is people, Amsterdam. I think this time I have truly outdone myself. I have uploaded in excess of 610 photos for you to trawl through. It was a mammoth task. In the beginning I was not sure I could even locate them and once I had, the actual procedure of transferring them was rather large. And not to mention the fact that my web site running costs are now like to increase by a factor of about ten! But despite all this, it had to be done.
You see, every picture is equally important; each one tells its own tale. Every single digital still you are about to witness represented a carefree time in our lives, a utopian time when we were all invincible (except when Stacey threw a wobbly). The photos give us an opportunity to re-visit not just old friends, places but more importantly memories of feelings we seldom experience in the day-to-day. From the care-free folics at the airport to the friendly face of the Dutch cabbie, to the creature comforts of our hotel rooms to the warm smiles of the ladies of the night. Or who can remember the pain of watching England get knocked out of the Euro 2004 in an Irish bar, or the time when Neil dressed up in Clara's pyjamas, or the time when James left the land of the living, or the sheer pugnacious spirit of Neil; I could go on all day. I feel it is no over-exaggeration when I say that these photos are a holiday in themselves. The photos are divided into 6 roughly equal sections. Read the rest of this entry »
