Last weekend I headed down south to the “chicken leg” of the Netherlands, to the city of Maastricht. The city boats a rich history dating back to the 11th century. Construction of the largestchurch in the city, Basilica of Saint Servatius, started in the first half of the 11th century. That’s 700 years older than my country. I always get blown away by how old european history can date back and this was no exception. The rest of the city was more open than most other dutch cities and also lacked the typical canals.
We spent the day wandering through the city and eating just about any fatty food that happened to be in our path. Being a saturday there were several stands in the Markt squares, and it was an especially good day to be hungry.
Although our time there was grand, the transportation there and back was another story. We knew that it would take longer than usual to get down south, were were prepared for a 2 1/2 hour trip. 2 1/2 hours would have been lovely. Our first hold up happened when the departure station was closed because a shooting had occured just an hour before. Ok, we found a tram to get the group to another station. A couple train transfers later we were moved to a bus. A portion of the tracks were under construction that weekend, so all the train passengers would be transported via bus. You don’t realized how many people are on a train until you have to fit them on buses. It got messy. Between all the transfers and alternative routes our trip was nearly twice as long. On the way back we decided to take a pit stop at a bar in Utrecht. We knew it was going to be a long trip home, why not make the most of it?