One year in Amsterdam in gifs
First 11 days I lived in a hostel, because two days before my flight I realised I almost sent my money to a scam. Living in a hostel is like this:
97% of Dutch people speak English, but they always start a conversation in Dutch rather that in English
When you enter any (ANY) store outside of the city center and they don’t accept MasterCard or Visa, but only Maestro
Dutch are the tallest nation in the world. At first I thought with my 1,72m I would be looking like this
In the Netherlands pure drinking water comes in every tap. Locals don’t carry water with them all the time, they just bring an empty bottle
On the other hand, I had mixed feelings about food: you can find a lot of national Italian, American, Spanish, Chinese and other restaurants in Amsterdam. Guess which one I couldn’t find? Dutch
The weather is all about rains nobody can predict
Public transport is expensive. But Amsterdam is famous not for that
You can easily meet other Russians here. After the first month it became not surprising at all. If I were with internationals when I saw Russians, usually I did like this
Quite often internationals can say one phrase in Russian, that they were taught by other Russians: “na zdorovie”
Europeans often ask me about politics and position on gay people in Russia. Well I was always honest about how they are treated in my homeland.
I’ve learned a few of my international buddies to play Russian game “Svintus”.
Just like Russians many international tourists know a lot about Amsterdam, but not much about the Netherlands itself.
At the local Universities on Friday evenings students look like this.
(in Russia you can’t consume alcohol even near the University, the policy is very strict on this and that’s why it was so strange for me)
On my University programme we have an event called Lucky Friday — every last Friday of the month we can drink for free all evening in a bar in the building of a local sport center . With our tutors. Even I went there.
A little bit about Red Light District. Most of the people go there just to stare. To be honest, I felt mostly uncomfortable. “They” actually look at you and “invite” you. I had goose bumps for real
“Oh, you must be having a great time in Amsterdam”
Once I drove to the sea by bike. The North sea. There was a beach and everything but not many people. Because of the wind, you know.
Since May I started looking for an internship (I am not allowed to officially work till I am graduated)
During this year a few friends came to visit me