One Week of Debauchery

Alright well not really debauchery, but it was the plan....
After arriving at the amsterdam airport after the worst flight in my life on Corendon air, i had to wait a while for Annitta to arrive. I soon realised that neither of us had organised where to meet each other, inside or outside of the terminal, so after collecting my bags decided to ask the airport information what carosel Annittas flight would offload the bags. she misunderstood me and told me the gate number. taking her advise i went to carosel 4 waiting for annitta, waiting, waiting.... then sudenly realising the gate number on the screen.
when i got to annitta she was looking like a slightly paniked princess, thinking that i had never got on the plane and that she would have to fend for herself for 8 days!
all was ok in the end.
after arriving in amsterdam centraal station (not central, centraal) we had to try and find our hostel. not thinking to consider a map we set out down the wrong street and got lost. i went into a police station to ask for directions. i said very slowly and tentitavly, "do you speak english?" the response was a very peculier look and in perfect english "yes of course i speak english..." to say the least i was slightly embarrased.
It was quite late by the time we finally reached the hostel so we decided to have a quiet one...for the first night
After that well the days seemed to blur together, im sure it would have been a good idea to write what we were doing each day, but when you are there you never really think about it do you....
We saw so much of amsterdam just wondering around, annitta was a bit shy about going into the red light district, but we met up with a guy called Symon aka Canada and walked with us. we almost got Canada into a fight with the bouncer at a sex show.
We did alot of touristy things going to the museums and going on a canal cruise, madame tousards and a few churches. we went to a million bars and coffee shops and i kicked ass everytime i played darts. if there are any challengers out there please feel free.... i look forward to kicking your ass too.
we got taken out by the tattoo guy, who doesnt normally drink (annitta and i were continuously laughing at the fact that he was drinking rose with ice in a club, while we were on the hard stuff), and got sick and had to leave, but we still had alot of fun. apparently rotterdam has a better club scene than amsterdam and amsterdam is more for pot heads and sexfiends. at least i fit into one of those categories....
(the latter that is)
by the end of 8 nights in amsterdam annitta and i were pretty trashed and couldnt wait for the respite of quiet Crickhowell, Wales

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