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
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