So i dug the Netherlands. so i said to myself, why shouldn't i go back? what else do i have to do? so I'm back, staying here, in Utrecht, for a little over a week. then i head back to Germany for some time with Carol. I have overstayed my visa, whoops. so now I'm sort of on the run. But i started work yesterday, working for the B and B hostel which seems to consist of making random food, hanging out and cleaning. i swept up a bit at one point yesterday and i bought some beers at the store. today i played ping pong and made breakfast for about 40 people. I am working for my room and board but that's all i really need. in a week i will save over 200 euro. There are stores of food here. like nothing i have ever seen. Bomb shelter, hoarder levels of food.
Crates of never go bad milk, its sort of gross. There is a double long chest freezer devoted solely to cheese?!?! all the same kind. A fridge and two huge chest freezers full of meats in three stages, frozen, thawing and already cooked. These are on a constant cycle, cooked, eaten, thrown out. The meat is odd but plentiful. They all have weird names and breaded in some weird mixture with colors varying between atomic orange to muddled gray. We have eggs here also, in numbers the army would find sufficient. Today i helped prepare breakfast and i made 60 pancakes in three styles, plain, apple and cheeseeeee. This place is pretty great though. The people are the tops and I'm in Holland, right? i mean its pretty ill if you ask me. I do sleep in a room with 21 beds, so like last night when it was completely full, it was a little ruff going there for a bit, but these new ear plugs i got really work wonders. its in the heart of Utrecht's old city which is really cool on its own, this place has a little garden and its own courtyard, oasis. We rock a few flags out front, two of which were stolen last night but that's irrelevant, the real question is what ones to put up in there place? a big Dead flag? turn this place into a Grateful Dead outpost? i now have a mission.
I am settling into my job, my favorite part is playing DJ. i played ONE reggae song this morning, i start to select another blazing hot track and some dude yells, play Jack Johnson! first, he never thanked me for rocking this place a second ago and brightening every ones day with some sweet jams straight from the beach and secondly, don't be calling out to the DJ with what you want to hear. i mean, I'M working it here, there is an art to this and Jack Johnson ain't really a part of it at the moment, you know? politely write your request on a piece of paper and it will be considered and summarily voted down. i pretended not to hear him anyway. The next track was on fire and even though it was 8 am i think the people eating after a long night out liked it turned up a bit. No one complained, i certainly couldn't have heard them if they had. i think they got the hint and realized who they were dealing with when i still didn't play Jack Johnson after the third request. its reggae or the Dead allllllllll day. They hired the right guy for this job.
Anything you could ever need, as long as everything you will ever need is juice and marmalade. Look how big this is. its probably six pallets stacked two high.
there is so much canned fruit we don't know what to do with it all. this random basket of fruit holds the door open.
We have a pallet of peanut butter.
Crates of never go bad milk, its sort of gross. There is a double long chest freezer devoted solely to cheese?!?! all the same kind. A fridge and two huge chest freezers full of meats in three stages, frozen, thawing and already cooked. These are on a constant cycle, cooked, eaten, thrown out. The meat is odd but plentiful. They all have weird names and breaded in some weird mixture with colors varying between atomic orange to muddled gray. We have eggs here also, in numbers the army would find sufficient. Today i helped prepare breakfast and i made 60 pancakes in three styles, plain, apple and cheeseeeee. This place is pretty great though. The people are the tops and I'm in Holland, right? i mean its pretty ill if you ask me. I do sleep in a room with 21 beds, so like last night when it was completely full, it was a little ruff going there for a bit, but these new ear plugs i got really work wonders. its in the heart of Utrecht's old city which is really cool on its own, this place has a little garden and its own courtyard, oasis. We rock a few flags out front, two of which were stolen last night but that's irrelevant, the real question is what ones to put up in there place? a big Dead flag? turn this place into a Grateful Dead outpost? i now have a mission.
Our back courtyard
the pancakes. we are supposed to be famous for them but they just let me make them and i don't know what im doing or what makes a good pancake from a bad pancake, im a waffle guy. I tried to make french toast today but apparently i hit a little bit of a nerve with the owner. in ten years they have never not had pancakes and they weren't going to start now! point taken.
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