Falling for Holland One Pretty Girl at a time

I slept all the way from the Hook of Holland Ferry to Utrecht and woke up to the prettiest little place ever.   99% of the people in Holland are strikingly beautiful, but Utrecht is a university town so I think our necks were hurting from checking people out by the time we got to our destination.

I don’t know how people feel about me using their names in my blog, so for the moment we will call our host Andy (surely not the most Dutch name I can think of…). Andy is a bass guitar player who met our Australian friend in South America last year and agreed to let the three of us live on his floor for a few days.  Now it is already amazing that someone would take in 3 house guests in a modest flat, but to take in 3 house guests that you haven’t met and let them all sleep in your room with all their gear… you must be getting the picture of why we call him our ‘tour angel’.  We needed one too because when we went to unpack, our new car battery (the one we bought for busking) fell to the ground and broke… it hadn’t even been used yet.

We hit the ground running in Utrecht and promptly went into town to scope some gigs and talk to the cops about busking.  In true Dutch fashion, the cops were supper helpful and gave us the address to go and get our licences.  We scoped out location, talked to venues about gigs, got our licences and a new car battery and played an open jam night- a very productive day.  By the end of it we were all completely in love with Utrecht and every single thing about it.

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