Amsterdam: the city of Heineken and Black Mambas

My first journey past the Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam and all I could see was chaos. Even though it was the most organized form of chaos you could ever encounter. Let me explain. As the van that picked us up ferried its way out of the highway and into the main streets of the squeaky…

Do not introduce yourself at parties!

It’s been just over two hours since I arrived in Ibiza and I have stopped trying to introduce myself to people. My reasons are valid. Like… Since about 7am today I’ve been kicking it with Niek from Heineken, spoken in sign language, shared “My Talking Tom” with a non-English speaking Spaniard on the plane… Then…