After having to get up at stupid o'clock I managed to get to Amsterdam airport to meet Fiona after a six hour journey on what might as well have been a Merseyrail train. Straight away we got lost looking for our hotel because everywhere here looks exactly the same and at the same time you've got to look out or the human missiles, a.k.a people on bikes.
We went out for tea in probably one of the only places in Amsterdam that wasn't either an Argentinian grill house or a coffee shop which isn't actually a coffee shop that has the word 'smokey' in its name. By this point it was getting late, was absolutely pouring down and I wanted to sleep seeing as its the first time I've been able to get away from the rest of the lads in nearly three weeks. Using the Portugese synagogue as our point of reference we managed to get back.
Well today's been interesting so far to say the least. After having to check out of our hotel because it was fully booked for the next two nights we left to find our hostel, called "Crooked House", that Fiona had booked (the fact that Fiona booked it is an important detail). After nearly getting lost again we eventually found what was literally a crooked house. A man who looked like the guy off Own Goals And Gaffs, Rory something, who laughed a lot in a way that said he knew something that we didn't, answered the door and led us back down the steps of the front door to his basement or what is described as a "private ensuite room" on Hostelworld. He's not lying, but he's certainly withholding a lot of the truth. I don't think there's been a more appropriate time for Alan Partridge's quote "I'm going to level with you, I'm really scared." We're going out now to get out of the basement and should be meeting the rest of the lads at some point later.
Yeah, we found the lads in a hostel that almost makes the fact that we're in a basement okay. We went out for a sitty sitty down down meal to a place that sold an unlimited amount of ribs for less than a tenner, naturally we cleaned them out to the point where Green started feeling ill.
We then had a wander, I say a wander as if it's a normal thing to do, through the red light district and tried to convince Frank to go in. It didn't work. We did see people going in and out though which, despite that being the point of it, was still really odd and felt like we'd witnessed some sort of important event.
Today we went out to find out how to book the train to Paris and then to see the I Amsterdam letters thing. After deciding we didn't want to pay €38 for a reservation on a direct train we've gone for the cheap option that takes about four times longer with about five changes, can't wait.
Mike, Pilks and Powell all went home this morning so there was only eight of us, nine including Fallon but he doesn't count. We found the I Amsterdam thing after a lot of walking and after waiting around and stamping his feet like a child seeing as there was just people all over it, Green managed to get a photo on the red (for Liverpool of course) letter M with Markclare.
Before heading back to the basement to get ready for SHIRT NIGHT we decided to get pedalos which for me, Fiona, Sam and Scott was fine. We were pro pedlars. Whereas Green, Markclare, Frank and Evo seemed to just go in circles, crash into walls and get in the way of other boats claiming the pedalo was "broken". They eventually just grabbed onto us which led to us both crashing into a wall. All in all it was dead fun.
We got off the pedalos by Anne Frank's house and went to have a look. Only to find a massive queue and that her "house" was now a big museum that looked like a new set of apartments. We got bored fast so headed back to prep for SHIRT NIGHT and met up again around ten. Yeah, shirt night was on its arse again. We ended up in some bar in a side street that charged about €5 a pint after walking around for ages, takin a detour through the red light district again of course.
Got in at about 2:30am in the end leaving me and Fiona about five hours sleep before getting the ridiculously long train to Paris with a billion changes. Can't wait.