East Indiaman

Snow! Everywhere, and lying, too. Much to do and see, though after tracking down that Van Gogh stuff in its temporary home, it was time for lunch. I went for ossenworst, which I soon found out was like half a pound of raw mince in a roll. Even with Duvel, it was hard to wash down. So, the eagerly awaited visit to the maritime museum, followed by time for more beers. Cafe Belgique! Brouwerij de Prael!
Listen, if I was to ask why is Cardinal O'Brien trending and then put *innocent face* after it, would I get intae serious hot water? Not in Amsterdam, surely?