Day 138… More superspeed travel by 200km/hr bullet train across the border into The Netherlands and on to Amsterdam… where my 3rd luggage dies and a 4th is now required. I am having as much luck with bags this trip as a man with a black cat walking under a ladder, through a mirror, on Friday the 13th. Oh well. A city famous for its wealth of culture (and OTHER things… more on that later), Amsterdam has a charming mix of canals, bridges and parks to complement its amazing collection of museums and galleries. Our first port of call is the orientation walk and eventually through the so called Bloemenmarkt (Flower Market). This is as much flower market as I am next in line to the throne, however as it retains the name for cosmetic value alone and is more souvenir and flower SEEDS market… heavy on the souvenirs. Mind you I did pick up some awesome clog shaped slippers for €10. Afterwards we do a quick whip around to Anne Frank’s House, the former hiding place of Anne Frank and seven others during World War II. It’s the place where she wrote her now-famous diary, today preserved as a museum. After seeing the 90+ winding queue of doom (and honestly this bit is not a big draw card for me), I head off for a quick dinner before meeting tour buddies Richard, James, Jeremy + Michelle for a tour of the night district.