Fear and loathing in Schipol Airport

Just back from an overnight in Holland (old-school me). Occasion was a RobotCub meeting in Nijmegen, but it was a great opportunity to visit Amsterdam for the fourth time. Each time has been different:

Purple Haze: Hippy days - 3 of us in a VW camper made Amsterdam our major stop over on the way to the newly freed East Berlin and to grab a bit of the wall. Main theme was of course the coffeshops. Many high-points and a massive low - the only time I've ever been mugged at knife-point (or indeed at all).
Stag Weekend: of one of the most crazed lunatics I have ever had the fortune to spend time with. His drug of choice was amphetamine sulphate, but that never stopped him sampling anything and anything on offer. The journey back through Schipol still wakes me up in a cold-sweat. Main theme - red lights at break-kneck speed.
Ooh, Amsterdams quite nice really: Museums, canal boat rides, flower markets - all with my lovely wife (pre-kids). Funniest moment - the wife collapsing in a heap outside a coffee shop and me not being able to stop laughing - "what was in that cake?"
Sensible business traveller: looking in disgust at the drunken lunatics at the back of the plane - not me, I'm here on business you know (speaking to my laptop). Whistle-stop tour in 2 hours, reminded me of all that I love and hate about one of the greatest cities in the world. Oh, and don't the ladies in the window look a hell of a lot uglier when you are stone cold sober.