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Maritime Museum Amsterdam (Scheepvaartmuseum)

20/11/2015

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Last Saturday morning we headed off on tram 9 in the direction of the botanical gardens though this wasn't our goal this time, we walked along the Nieuwe Herengracht towards the Maritime Museum. Half way along the canal the heavens opened and it poured down for only two minutes, luckily for us. Now, for a Saturday in Amsterdam it was very quiet, only a few people passing by on their bikes, but most certainly not the usual hubbub of a Saturday.
After a few minutes more walking we arrived at the entrance to the museum without the expected queue; just how I like it, in fact it felt like we had the place to ourselves. Wristbands on by way of entry tickets (the latest trend in museum visiting), we first headed outside to take a look at the ship ‘Amsterdam’. The Amsterdam is an 18th century ship moored outside the museum. The ship, though now a replica, was supposed to set off to the East Indies, but was wrecked in a storm on her maiden voyage in 1749 after setting off from the island Texel; up to this day her remains lay buried near Hastings.
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It is hard to imagine the ship full of people, animals and cargo, which would have been typical of a voyage that would take around three months. Even almost empty as it is now it seemed cramped and claustrophobic. A few hammocks hung where, I guess, there would have been hundreds, and between all this animals of all varieties would have needed space, a pleasant cruise I'm sure it wasn't.

The captain’s cabin including its own toilet must have been the only first class cabin available a bit of space away from the chaos. The passenger cabin was so low we had to almost crawl in. The beds, though very few, were so small it looked like the Dutch had doubled in length since those days. Life must have been tough for the crew and passengers onboard for such long journeys. 
We left the Amsterdam happy to be able to stand upright again, now time to take a look at the Royal Barge (in Dutch: ‘Koningssloep’). Dutch King Willem I had the Royal Barge built in 1818. He never used it himself, though later royals certainly made up for it; flaunting their wealth along the river, Neptune guiding the way at the front of the barge. It has a certain grandeur though being showcased in a modern building with tv screens behind it looked a bit lost.​
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Back inside to the museum itself with its spectacular glass roof that now covers the inner quadrangle. You have the choice of going northbound, to the south, east or west. One of them, though, is the exit and one the cafe and museum shop. We headed first into the section called ‘See You in the Golden Age’, an interactive and up-to-date journey through the Dutch Golden Age. Next to the ship decorations and atlases. I must say that in some places it was very dark, especially where 17th century atlases (mostly by the famous Dutch atlas maker Joan Blaeu) were on display: a bit too dark for my liking. The section of maritime paintings was well worth a look, but I must admit that if you’ve seen a few, you’ve seen them all. Time for some lunch in the very modern and hip new cafe: very pleasant. 

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​We took a look at what was called ‘The Tale of the Whale’, depicting the hunting of whales in the past; something I find abhorrent and the fact that it still goes on today is dreadful and totally unnecessary, but enough of my rantings. The museum has a vast collection, more than can be mentioned here. The last part of the museum we saw was aimed at children, so scooting through rather rapidly our visit to the Maritime Museum came to a thumbs up end. 
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Thai Tales: take-off

24/7/2015

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Off we go to Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam for our flight to Bangkok. Funnily enough, check-in and passport control went very easy, even though there had been time issues a few days earlier; meaning queues of people waiting far too long at passport control. 
So in our case, everything had gone well. You now put your own bags in a machine where it is weighed, you scan your passport, the destination comes up, you confirm this; out pops the tag, put it through the handle and ‘Bob’s your uncle’ or so you hope. I'll come back to this later..!

Schiphol Airport is going through a major reconstruction at the moment. While remaining open you have to keep an open mind as to what it’s going to be because now it's just a mess. Though the sun was barely over the yardarm it was time for a nice cold glass of white wine but all signs pointed us in the wrong direction; obviously, they were fine before the renovations begun, but now rendered useless. At last there was wine at the end of the tunnel. Still an hour to go before boarding. 

I am never interested in shopping at airports; you can normally find the same things elsewhere for the same price if not cheaper. So we slowly sip our small but o so expensive glass of wine, then decide to take a slow walk to the departure gate. 

It looks like the flight must be almost full as the lounge is forcing the majority of passengers to stand but eventually the dulcet tones over the PA system ask ‘would people travelling with young children like to make their way onboard’. I always dread this moment and count how many screaming kids are going on, meanwhile keeping my fingers crossed that none are within screaming distance of us. Boarding took ages for some reason; it didn't seem very well organised. KLM ground staff were quite happy having a chat behind their desks and it seemed to us that their eye had definitely been taken off the ball until someone with four small gold stripes on her jacket got the show on the road.

So here we are, row 16 seat A and B. And oh the joy, doors close and the usual announcements are made, seat belts all the usual except time to destination nine long hours and forty minutes; what I'll be dead before that, the seats on this Boeing 777 are as comfortable as a park bench, numb bum in minutes.

The crew made an odd announcement, saying that drinks would only be served if you’re in the seat you were allocated, and also one drink at a time. Never heard this before. Cost-cutting measures?
I found myself wandering around the cabin aimlessly trying to avoid sitting down again for as long as I could, ended up at the galley at the back of the plane where the crew go down stairs to sleep and just stared out the window watching the white fluffy clouds slowly pass by. But what next? So decided to have a chat with the crew and having worked for KLM we had colleagues in common and this chat passed a good half an hour… only seven more to go. It was time to be fed again, but this time, whatever they gave us, defied description. Mine went back as it came minus the juice and water. “If it's not sealed don't eat it, if it is, think twice”.. A good rule of thumb.

After another arduous six hours we finally arrive at Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok. Now, getting back to check-in in Amsterdam, which is as I said self service, which is fine except the KLM crew announce that if you are on a forwarding flight - as we are - your bags will be automatically  forwarded. But how, we ask, nobody asked us at Schiphol, so how can our bags be forwarded? The crew didn't have an answer to this and advised us to pick up our bags for the flight to Phuket, and then check-in again. Cutting down on check-in staff doesn't always give the paying passengers the service they require.

So one and a half hours to kill in Bangkok airport, but to be quite honest it's not a bad airport. I prefer this to Singapore’s Changi Airport with that smelly humid carpet. So we wonder around aimlessly for a while and decide to head to the gate for our Bangkok Airways flight to Phuket. 

Luckily, it's quiet and very few people. I stare out of the window at the comings and goings of incoming and departing aircraft and eventually ours arrives on the stand. We hope it's a quick turnaround. I was surprised how busy the incoming flight was. Being low season, I expected a lot less but it looked to be almost full for all of a sudden our lounge filled up so it was going to be the same heading to Phuket.

We were sat just at the beginning of the wing on this Airbus and we were hoping that the middle seat wasn't taken so I plonked in the window seat, my partner in the aisle seat. Unfortunately, a first time flyer armed with a camera and his iPad had the window seat; he was desperate to sit there, which became all the more obvious as we were taxiing from the terminal. He was taking photos and was filming everything that moved, started filming with his iPad the moment we got to the end of the runway ready for take-off and didn't stop until we only had minutes till we arrived in Phuket. Poor people who will be invited to watch his holiday films. The flight went quite smoothly. It felt just like a flying taxi ride but with food and drink thrown in which I flung back.

The plane taxied to within spitting distance of the terminal building of Phuket International Airport, but still we had to go by coach to the building. Finally heading to the band where our bags would be arriving. Waited and waited, the only thing on it was a bag with a tag for Sydney Australia and the date was three days previous, so some poor soul looked unlikely to ever get his bag back and we are beginning to feel the same as the minutes were ticking away; still nothing. Eventually, one lucky soul got his bag and fled through the nothing-to-declare exit and their holiday had begun. Ours took a good ten more minutes, but both arrived safe and sound.

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    Born in Chiswick West London, grew up in Royal Berkshire, currently living in Amsterdam, the Netherlands

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