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A typical view of Amsterdam and its canals |
On our way back from Paris we again got into a
TGV train for Brussels where we changed into another high speed train for
Amsterdam. It took us around two hours to be there. But unexpectedly, the
railway station was very crowded. We waded through the crowd to go to to the
AAA office, the outlet at the station of Amsterdam Tourism. When our turn came
to ask for a hotel room the first question the man behind the counter put to us
was whether we were Pakistanis. As I said “no” he seemed to be visibly
relieved. He asked for our passports saw them then returned them to us. After
checking the hotels in the town on his computer he said there was no room in
the town but he could accommodate us in a hotel in The Hague,
the town famous for the International Court of Justice an hour away from
Amsterdam. We said no thank you and asked whether we could try our luck next
day. The man was friendly and said he would find a place for us.
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Neer by the side of a canal |
We came back to
Brussels to sleep off. Next morning we took the train again headed straight for
the AAA office, He provided us a room on the first floor in Hotel Amsterdam at
a rate slightly up and away from our budget. But there was no alternative. The
man at the counter was good enough to tell us the way to the hotel which
involved taking the metro and then a bus. As we stepped out on to the street a
mass of humanity seemed to greet us. The roads were crowded and there were
temporary stalls everywhere and people had, much like in India, set shop on
even the roadsides. This was one day, we were told,
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On a bend with a cathedral for a backdrop |
everything was relaxed and
people could come on to the streets to sell whatever they wanted to dispose of.
This relaxation was because it happened to be the birthday of Queen Beatrice of
Netherlands. We ultimately found the hotel that was in a leafy area in an old-fashioned
building and were shown into a very good room with large windows letting in a
lot of natural light. The room was well worth the money.
We had decided
that the Van Gogh Museum and Anne Frank’s House would be “must see” sites.
Having read Lust for Life and seen its Hollywood version starring Kirk Douglas
as Vincent Van Gogh we made a beeline for the Van Gogh Museum. Situated in the
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On the street wheree Anne Frank's house is located |
Museums Square close to the State Museum, Van Gogh’s Museum was a delight. I
had seen many of his paintings in print and found the originals very
impressive. Some of the paintings in the Museum were just sublime. Van Gogh was
known for heavy and vigorous stokes of his brush, an essential element of his
Impressionism and that was in ample display at the Museum’s collection. The
Museum now has added another building.
While we were at
the Museum a bus load of Western tourists arrived. All of them were old, past
70. Many were on wheel chairs with their wife or daughters pushing the chair.
Despite their age and/or disability it was pleasure to see their spirit and
sheer lust for life. Armed with a recorder with details of each
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A lovely view of a canal |
painting they
were moving from room to room appreciating Van Gogh’s incredible output. In
India after 70 a person is considered on his way out and he/she too loses that
verve and will to live. Only now, gradually as education and affluence
increases, one can see elderly persons making forays abroad to take in the
sights and sounds of tourist spots.
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Anne Frank's house |
The house of
Anne Frank is situated by the side of a canal. After a short bus ride we walked
down to a small bridge over a canal. Before we got to it something interesting
caught my attention. I saw “Darjeeling” writ large on a signboard and it warmed
the cockles of my heart. To see something native when one is in a foreign land one
is likely to get just that feeling. Obviously, the shop stacked Darjeeling Tea
Anne Frank’s
house is a 17th Century block which the local administration cannot
allow demolition of under an enacted law. It was here that the family of Otto
Frank consisting of his wife and two daughters, the younger one being Anne, had
hidden for two years. Eventually their hideout was raided by the Nazi Police
and all of them were sent to the concentration camps to be gassed. Somehow only
Otto survived. Anne Frank’s diary was recovered by some of their Dutch saviours
who, defying the prevailing orders, came to the house to look for some of their
belongings. It is they who found the diary and gave it to Otto. All the
personal effects of the family of Otto were seized and given away to those
Germans who lost theirs in bombings.
The house was
converted into a museum in 1960. It
preserves the hiding place of the Frank
family and has a permanent exhibition on the life and times of Anne Frank in
Nazi dominated times of the countries annexed by Hitler. The exhibition also
displays all kinds of discriminations and persecutions, especially of Jews, by
the Nazis in occupied countries.
We visited Anne
Frank’s House more than forty years after the surrender of Nazi Germany to the
Allied Forces yet the curiosity about Anne Frank and her diary continues.
People have read it, and perhaps re-read it to internalise the essence of Nazi
brutality. For that reason there is always a crowd in front of the house of
Anne Frank. Attractive cafes have come up by the side of the canal for people
to come and discuss all about Anne Frank over cups of coffee or glasses of
beer. We too joined them and spent a few moments of relaxation after soaking in
the dreadful events that took place more than seventy years ago in this rather
plain looking old house, called Canal Huis.
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The view from the Amsterdam Maritime Museum |
We gave a wide berth to Amsterdam’s famed red
light district. At least I knew all about it as I had read features about it
and seen some photographs. We instead took a tour of Amsterdam’s Maritime
Museum which was more interesting. Netherlands has been a sea-faring nation for
centuries and had established colonies in warmer climes in the East and the
West. In the East Indonesia was its colony long known as Dutch East Indies and
in the West it was Dutch Guiana in the north-east Atlantic coast of South
America currently known as Suriname. They had also established footholds in
India in the West and East of the country. They had settlements in Surat and
Malabar in the West and Coromandel and Bengal in the East of the country. These
were more in the shape of trading posts. I happened to have visited one of them
in Bengal, viz. Chinsura.
The Museum
offers maritime history of Netherlands. Several maps of earlier times are also
on display. It also contains many artifacts connected with shipping
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The Amsterdam, an 18th Century ship |
and
sailing. It also has paintings, scale models and world maps including those of
a 17th Century cartographer.
We saw moored
outside a replica of The Amsterdam that used to sail between Netherlands and
Dutch East Indies. It was a fascinating sight. One imagined that this sailing
ship might have touched even the Dutch ports of call in India too.
Amsterdam is a
beautiful town. Some even go on to say that it is better than even Paris – the
people making the difference. I wouldn’t go to that length but it was indeed a
pleasure to be in Amsterdam.
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