amsterdam is my beat. and damn it's good. sorta. well, the daytimes there are pretty much what you'd expect from a daytime trip in holland... windmills, tulips, museums, clogs, cheese and stuff. night, on the other hand, has another very different load of activitities, namely weed, magic mushrooms, space cakes, sex shows, strip clubs, and prostitutes. so i've pretty much summarized my entire trip in 2 lines. for those who havent clicked on their browsers 'back' button, or totally closed their browsers, heres a lowdown on my first european excursion.

Day 0
the annoying part was here. 14 hours or so before the flight, i find myself headed to london, or the outskirts of london, to the airport. 3 hours in the train isnt the most pleasent thing in the world, and whats better to boot, i gotta wait another 10 or so hours in the airport for my wonderful 6 am flight. so instead of paying a little more money to get a flight from manchester, i blow the extra difference between both in getting my arse kicked in Time Crisis 3 and Burger King. so what do i get in the end? more hair pulling frustration from dying to a sloth zombie, more fries and oil in my bloodstream, for the same amount of money. not to mention i didnt get any sleep the whole time. fug. oh yes, did i mention this was a joint trip to amsterdam with my cousin? well, now i did. he arrived at 2 something...him taking the bus instead of train, and costing him, oh... about 20 quids more. but anyway, it was good to see him. havent seen him since i left from malaysia. i think he put on weight tho. see, now, the main issue comes into hand. the original plan was just to have a nice backpacking trip overseas. cheap and fun. but now, he comes in the picture, and brings another 5 of his friends, so this automatically becomes HIS trip instead of mine. they have the veto of choosing the hotel, which is an oh so miserable place... (ill get to that later). anyway, so i met him, saw him, and first thing he says is "your hair can be used to sweep the floor". fine greeting.

Day 1
and so it starts. flight leaves right on time. really short trip, 45 minutes or so. we wouldve been out of the airport earlier tho, if his friends didnt decide to carry a suitcase meant for a months stay in amsterdam. for gods sake, u're here for 3 nights! how much clothings much u bring???? from the moment i saw his friends, i knew this trip wasnt gonna be nice. oh yes, and gary. hes not very nice to travel with. more kiamsiap than mac, and he bitches more than me. he can really complain and groan and moan all the way. this is the first and last time i'm travelling with him. EVER. oh, and of all luck, i met paulyn! i havent seen her since form 5, and shes on the same flight. i didnt really remember her tho.. i was kinda busy looking at this sweet looking girl with her, when i saw her and thought.. hey, she looks familiar. where have i seen her before? next thing i know, she walks up to me, says hi, and my memory shoots back up. and her friend walks off first. bah. how sad. her friend was cute. anyway, i got paulyns number, shes studying in imperial, and i was hoping i could get her out for dinner tonight. ok, maybe the plan was so she'd bring her friend out, but so what? i gotta look like a nice guy and call her, not her friend only, right? ok.. i'm getting off topic here, where were we? oh yes, so we arrived, and after the gruesome baggage delay, we were on the train, headed to centraal station in amsterdam. finally! 30 minutes on a train, and we're there. stepping out of the station, taking a nice deep breath of fresh air *gasp* very smelly air. u could just smell it everywhere. the distinct smell of ganja, coupled with the stinking smell of the canal water. well, ganja's legal here, so i guess everyone would go all out smoking it, and even venice's water smells bad. so its excusable. so first plan, breakfast. tried to find some wonderful holland food, but every shop we went seem to favour serving english breakfast. heck, they promoted it like its hollands speciality. so we ended up eating frence baguette at delifrace. convinient, that we travel all the way to holland to eat french franciaise food. sad.

and now.. i'm bored... i'm lazy.. so ill stop here, leaving everyone in suspense. wait for my next post. ta.

derek
5:29 AM

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