I was, in truth, getting tired of the Amsterdam Metro. (Reader's voice: YOU'RE TIRED?) Not tired of the stations, not tired of the city, but just tired of the relentlessness. This was, don't forget, meant to be a leisurely three day quest, and instead it was crammed into two. Add in the general stress of it all and my brain was getting a little fritzed. On top of that, my feet ached. I'd not worn my big sturdy walking boots because I wanted to get through airport security without any problems; the trouble is, now I was learning that Vans aren't really built for pounding the pavement, and they're certainly not very good when it comes to cobbles.
I uncurled myself from the seat on the train and stiffly walked towards the escalators at Amsterdam Bijlmer ArenA station. (Yes, that final A is a capital as well, work with it). At least it was an impressive station. Comprehensively rebuilt in 2007, there's an intriguing mix of colours and textures that really impress.