Finding Our Boat...

Jimmy arrived in Amsterdam (after a quick business trip to England) just as the parade was starting. Finding our boat was no easy stunt. We were rafted up to five motorboats and one houseboat when counting from the shore. Unfortunately, the houseboat owner wouldn’t allow anyone to cross, so he had to find a way down from the Skinny Bridge (Magere Brug).

Luckily people were happy to help the strange man with the juggling clubs.

Once he made if off the bridge, he had to climb across five boats to get to ours.

Once he arrived, I handed him a beer, a sandwich and a goofy pink shirt.