Holland
What a mission it was to get out of England! Unable to get onto the night bus to Amsterdam, we stayed the night in London. The next morning, after a late start out of our hostel, me spraining my ankle, us getting behind the wrong (read: slow) lane to buy Underground (train) tickets, and then walking the wrong way to the bus station...we missed our bus.
Twelve hours, a ferry ride, and a glimpse at Belgium road rage later we were finally in Amsterdam. Stayed at a hostel called the Flying Pig. I swear, 99% of all backpackers seemed to be high. (Okay, maybe not that many.)
Highlight of Amsterdam: the Heinekin factory. For just ONE American dollar, you get an awesome tour, and all the Heinekin you can drink in 30 minutes. At 9am - Gretchen and I were 3rd and 4th in line! Let me tell ya, while everyone on the street was high, we were buzzing by 10am. We went to the Anne Frank Huis directly afterwards. Boy was everything extra depressing...
Well, our anxiousness to get on to our next destination meant that we weren't able to experience Amsterdam's red light district. Hmph.
Next stop...Paris!
