Last night only materialised in an inebriated walk around the weird and wonderful red light district. Just to find Leon's Mum. We couldn't find her. Sad. We got in at a leisurely 1am I reckon, then joined the French back in the hostel. I now write from the comforts of the city night line train to Prague. I don't know what we wher expecting but let me tell you my friends! It was not this! As Potter would say, a speed bump on the road of life. I personally like...

Writing this in the White Tulip Hostel in Amsterdam! We made it into Schipol yesterday morning with zero hours sleep and a sense of disarray. Can honestly say it's the weirdest place I've ever been in my life. It's so in your face and out there it's overwhelming and unbelievable. If you lived here you'd fast become a crazy person. It was pretty dismal when we walked out of central station, reflecting the feeling of getting up at 2 am I suppose. Priorities first...