Anyway we proceeded from there at midnight to a place called BitterZoet (sic) and only left around 3am, i think. It was fabulous, they played reggae all night....
And since the trams don't run after midnight, i couldn't get home so we just crashed at a friend's place til the tram line started running again, went home bleary eyed and hit the sack for a good few hours of rest.
Spent the rest of the day at Albert Cuyp Market buying items for the apartment...and surprise surprise....i found ALL the indian spices i needed......at a local shop.....couldn't find an indian shop for the life of me....all the indians are running souvenir stores or something....i was pleasantly surprised....clearly...hehehehehe
And after many enquiries with the local muslims i was quite despondent because they all could not tell me where to buy "halaal meat" or find a "halaal butcher" even at one muslim take-away.....so i was about to give up when i decided to walk into a shoarma shop that i had been eye-ing for a couple of days......and........woohoo!!!!! the uncle was soooooo awesome, he directed me to the butcher which was literally under my nose...and i found it all....yayyyyy......and he also explained that the reason no-one understood me is because they do not recognise the word "butcher".....it's commonly known as Slaggerij....
riding on the high of finding this butcher....i went home and happily un-packed the groceries and filled the fridge..... :-)
p.s...the image uploader thingamajig is not working.....Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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