The Tiger asked me to write a series of blogs that told the tales of our trip to Belgium last summer, but I feel like the beer-drinking/cheese-eating side of that equation way outweighed the bike-riding so I wasn't sure it belonged in this space, but in honor of the Tiger's birthday, I will tell one story.
We were back in Amsterdam, just hanging around the city with our friend Keri. We just had a couple "must-do" things on our Amsterdam list, which included the Rijksmuseum, some local "culture," and the Heineken Brewery.
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| Like a fish to water. |
The Tiger had been on the Heineken Brewery tour back in the 'oughts, when he backpacked around Europe for six weeks and said it was fabulous.
We paid an outrageous admission fee and entered the "experience." Like most modern, mega-breweries, the tour is updated and mostly unstaffed, with lots of technology and cool exhibits. A halogram of the guy who invented the yeast speaks through a hole in the ceiling, and there are a few tasting stops along the way, but since they don't actually brew there anymore, there's not a lot to really see.
After the "become the beer" video-experience we exited the theater and found our way into a room with multi-media exhibits. We poked around, touching screens and turning dials, when over my shoulder I hear a "what's this?"
The Tiger stepped onto a platform, hit the button, and went on a "ride" to the top of the staircase. "Cool, a beer elevator," he said excitedly.
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| And it didn't even cost a Euro! |
In reality, it was a wheelchair platform.
But, here's to a guy who knows how to make fun out of the most unlikely scenarios.
Happy Birthday Tiger!
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