On our last day in Amsterdam, an icy wind was blowing, and we trudged unhurriedly, albeit shivering, toward the central station. It was a pity to part with such a cozy cycling city, but a ferry trip awaited us ahead (an adventure in its own right).
And it was supposed to lead us into the massive center of the financial world, the capital of the United Kingdom of Great Britain And Northern Ireland, the birthplace of Sherlock Holmes and Big Ben, of prim ladies and polished yuppies — London.
But for now we're still walking through Amsterdam
The corner of the building isn't 90 degrees, but cut off — it's prettier this way
Awesome tractor, stared at this photo for a long time
Horns are sold for cuckolded husbands, to match the look
Amsterdam girls look cute-retro on their own, even without sepia
Bridges, bridges
A cool drawbridge
The bridge up close
Punk glamour-style
Graffiti again
Dam Square again
You can tell right away that the station is old and venerable
Why? because it has a train shed(a canopy over the tracks)
The gates are intricately decorated
The train we're going to take is a double-decker
A last look at Amsterdam
We bought the tickets at a ticket machine, Unfortunately, making a small mistake. The thing is, you have to buy them all the way to the final destination right away, even with a transfer. You have to do this because our ticket gets refunded at the port ticket office when boarding the ferry. It's all because the combined train and ferry ticket bought online works that way. But we bought two tickets, one to Rotterdam, and from there — to Hook of Holland.
They only gave us our money back for the last leg of the trip, and it's short and cheap. I had read all about this on the useful site https://seat61.com/, but forgot, since there were already enough hassles on the trip.
Such a cute little yellow train
A minor mishap happened on the train — we sat on the second floor, and what's more, we walked into the second part of the carriage, where the seats are wider. As it turned out, this was first class, and our tickets were for second. A strict elderly ticket inspector gave us a disapproving look, but didn't scold us, just said that we needed to move to second class, which we did.
Rotterdam
I like the Rotterdam station
At the Rotterdam station info booth I immediately figured out how to get to the Hook of Holland port, and which station to get off at, but by evening I forgot everything, and buying the next ticket turned into long deliberations, because we were buying it right on the platform at a machine, and the info booth was closed.
There are skyscrapers in Rotterdam
Took a little ride on the Tram, looked at the surroundings
Strolled along the central shopping street
A cute detail on the left in the foreground. Europe!
Stylish rides
Different buildings
The clock is bigger than ours and the color suits the building
Futuristic curves
The prices, though, are not for us
Another story happened at the station. The ticket machines accept debit cards, coins, and all sorts of other things. But they refused to deal with my “Visa Classic” credit card. Usually there is at least one that eats it, in Amsterdam there was even more than one. But in Rotterdam, for some reason, out of probably a dozen machines, not a single one would eat my credit card. Almost like Japan, where they say European cards are hardly accepted anywhere, except at the post office and Citibank.
In the end, I think we bought the ticket at the ticket counter using banknotes, barely had enough money
Here's the final stop, boarding the ferry is next
Our station is called Haven, the town and port are there. While the final one is Strand, which is just a beach. It would've been a laugh if we had gotten off at the beach at night, and had to run for kilometers to the ferry. Luckily, we met a young guy on the platform in Rotterdam, and he explained everything. The world is not without kind people — that's one, you should always ask and double-check everything with everyone, even if it's scary and you're shy — that's two.