I have safely landed in Amsterdam, made my way to Hazel and George’s place, and enjoyed a delightful Indonesian dinner. What better way to end my first night of a brief visit there than going to a nearby bar? Café Gollem is chosen because Hazel and George like it but also because they reckon it won’t be too busy. To my surprise, they are right, to the extent that the place next door - admittedly much more touristy - is absolutely rammed, but as we turn the corner to Gollem, yes, it is only quietly busy. There is a large selection of beer, allowing those two to add a couple of notches each to whatever the beer tracking app they use is, whilst I enjoy a stout whose name I have already forgotten, but it’s a satisfying drink. There are funky beer mats and it is not too loud in there. It puts me a little in mind of the Bag of Nails, sans the cats or indeed the smell of cat piss. We don’t stay long, all of us quite tired and knowing that we’re packing a lot into the next couple of days, so an earlyish night for us all.