Blue Skies

Unwilling to kill eight hours at Schipol, I jump a train to Amsterdam Centraal. It's bloody freezing. I can't find an internet cafe, so I don't wander too far off the beaten track and dive into the Cafe Mexico for lunch. I like the decor but as the sole customer, it's with a slight grudge I cough up 11 euro for schnitzel, a glorified spam fritter...

words & image: peter thomson