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Amsterdaaaaaaaaamn

Ok, so Rotterdam was nice. Amsterdam is wicked. more on that later...

So I didn't end up going to that BMX thing, instead I met some limeys and we went to The Hague. I inquired why the town was called that, and mostly its just because its called De Haag in Dutch. And why is the land of the Dutch called The Netherlands? So many questions.

De Haag was nice too. We didn't go to the ICC because it was actually far away, you can't go inside, there's nothing to see, it was raining, and we wanted to see Bruno. Borat was better. So it was good to rest up in nice Rotterdam.

Rode to Amsterdam. It was windy and I took a couple wrong turns into the wind. Grrr!

First day here I stumbled into the Red Light District - pretty much first thing I did. Good thing I didn't take photos of the prostitutes in the windows, I didn't know i'd get a cup of piss thrown at me or worse! Met a 'Charlie' - guy who takes you're money believing you bought drugs. I gave him 50 cents for showing me where the Banana Bar was.

Met more british people here. One guy was here for 5 days and couldn't find the RLD. He did find cheap internet and food which I was very thankful for. Took the free tour the next day (apearantly the canals are three meters deep: 1 meter of garbage, 1 meter or bikes and 1 meter of water) and the RLD tour later that evening (thankfully I now know not to go to the Banana Bar). Met up with the Brits later and stumbled into Downtown. I told them I knew where the RLD was, but couldn't find it. Eventually we DID find it, but did nothing there (I mean it). I think I'm gonna check out a sex show, just to say I did something truly Amsterdamish. But I hear you can do that in Vagas too.

The hostel I'm staying at is HUGE. Every other one was a localy run gig with charm and wit. This one has 500 beds, keycards, you need to get buzzed in if you don't have one, happy hour and breakfast end on the minute, pay for everything extra and sheets wrapped in plastic. It felt like it had some prison influence. I guess maybe that was because it used to be a school. It is still fun, and the best breakfast so far. And I did meet the limeys here.

So now I have to figure out what to do with the bike. I don't think I can sell it, so I'll try to pack it up and bring it to LV.

Or I might throw it in the river.

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