I've been In four countries in less than 24 hours.
I was up this morning bright and early, ready for Rich's Stag weekend in Amsterdam. The page 3 lined minibus arrived to collect me and the crude cakes my wife generously supplied, ready for a weekend of what some have referred to as 'Mayhem.'
Thanks to Reece, the best man, onboard entertainment was provided in the form of a quiz related to either the physical characteristics of the page 3 models with whom the inside of the van was lavishly adorned, or their deep philosophical views. The final question involved an extensive list of euphemisms for the primary and secondary female sexual organs.
At some point we went through France and Belgium.
We arrived in Amsterdam shortly before 9:00PM local time and followed the satnav down narrower and narrower roads, until finally we reached our destination. A it turned out, the hotel proprietor wasn't expecting this group of 9 to arrive in a vehicle capable of carrying, oh, 9 at least. Unperturbed, our heroic drivers succeeded in finding a place to park, albeit a good walk and a train ride from the hotel. The hotel itself (Hotel 83) couldn't have been closer to the centre. Sandwiched between a bar and an 'erotic outlet' it was clean and had beds. Pretty much all we needed from a hotel really.
Despite the relatively late hour we succeeded in going to a bar for a drink and then exploring the local area. Unfortunately the only viable vegetarian option at the fast food restaurant we went to was fries, but they were quite sufficient. A wander round the centre, including a visit to the red light district, concluded our first evening and we returned to the hotel for a much needed sleep.