Amsterdam

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Amsterdam is like New Orleans. People go there to have sex and get messed up.
So what were we doing there?

Well, it started off with us standing in Heathrow, not knowing what time our flight
was, what number it was or even the name of the airline. However, by some weird twist of
fate, we wound up on a plane there. After trains and planes and buses and everything
being in Dutch, we wound up at the hostel, which was smack on the edge of the red light
district. When I opened the door to our room, five guys were sitting around a table doing
lines. So, we kind of threw our stuff down and went to the Heineken Brewery. That was
pretty cool because they gave you a free beer every floor...not as dramatic as the Guiness
one though. Then, we ate some pancakes and headed back to the hostel.

When we walked in this time, the guys were eating mushrooms. Sooo, we walked
out again and settled ourselves at a bar. After "space" brownies and shakes and all the
smoke, we thought we needed to walk around some. So, we turn a few streets and all of a
sudden we are in the real red light district. All these black prostitutes were banging on
their windows at us and like showing us things. When one opened the door, we just ran away from that dirty street. All the sex shops there put Port Allen to shame. As Laura was
intimidated by the vast quantity of hrmm how do i put this? artificial phallus? we didn't visit very many. All that would have been alot funnier had a boy been with us because all these men were calling us the whole time. After that, we had a few drinks, but everything began to close down. This time we walked into the hostel, all the boys were lying down kind of quiet ...so we thought it be a good time to rest. Noo crazy guy Juan gets out of bed and starts trying to hum the intro to the Coldplay song, Speed of Sound. This guy is just all over the room trying to do the robot and calling me Candy. Laura gets up and tries to teach him how to do the worm. This was hilarious. Laura does it, and then Juan gets on the floor and looks more like a roach dying than a worm. Half an hour later, Juan is completely out snoring soo loudly. Somehow, we got to sleep.

7:00am the next morning: We wake up and find out how to get the the Van Gogh
museum. When we get there, it isnt open yet so we sat down on some benches in a pretty
park...it was evident that we were still a little out of it. Ashleigh and I both walk
around, but Laura is sleeping. When we come back like an hour later, she was still sleeping on the bench, and all these homeless people are next to her. Anyway, we get in the museum and kind of drift around looking at paintings. Then, we took buses and trains back to the airport to figure out what flight we were on again. Spending 7 hours in transit makes you want to just pass out at the end of the day, and that's what I did.

Overall, Amsterdam: go there once with someone who can hold their own in a
sketchball town. After that, you probably won't feel the urge to return.

over and out until Berlin

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