When we arrived in Amsterdam it was already dark (it gets dark at 4:30). So, we were immediately lost. We made a reservation for a cheap 'hostel' at an internet cafe. Being Americans (and men at that) we refused to ask directions to the ferry (yes, a ferry, as in going over a large body of water ferry). Finally, we were approached by a runner for the hotels named Mario. Mario, an unshaven hunchbacked italian, tried to get us to stay in a hotel near town, but we had already given a credit card number to the 'hostel' through the internet. So, he, although rejected, gave us directions to the ferry. After the ten minute ferry ride, we walked down the pier (yes, a pier, as in a place to dock a boat pier) to find
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