Even walking across the oldest bridge in Amsterdam, the Magere Bruge, I find myself annoyed by the ever present Coke can. At times, it seems like the Coke can is everywhere. You can cannot escape it. You cannot run from it. It is everywhere you look. The red can is engrained in my mind. It distracts me and disturbs me... all I'm trying to do is enjoy one of the most beautiful images in Amsterdam - the Amstel River on a sunny day.
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Hey man, I know what you mean. I just backpacked through asia, and everything I saw had the Coke insignia. Interestingly enough, I became dehydrated and hypo-glycemic, and its the same thing that actually kept me alive and funcitioning. Coke with salt in it mmmmm....
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