Saturday.. Um.. dunno.. something?

Got back to the hostel to change and got talking with the two Irish guys who were in the room with me. One had just got back from a visit with stunning ‘red light’ window girl apparently. I was going to the pub around the corner to watch Le Tour. We went together. I saw the finish (a break won – wtf?!) and drank a few beers. Then we went to Teasers, a very popular bar, where the waitresses are all bursting out from low cut tops and down below the g-string/hotpants allowed for a very high perve factor. 6euro/beer though – ouch. Lucky guys (where luck = cashed up) get to do tequila slammers off the lovely ladies’ chests.. what a bar! 😉

On to the large bar “Grasshopper”. 3 levels of tourist-money-taking fun.

Then to some restaurant for the 10euro special (meat and chips and stuff) and more beer.

Bought a free paper for 2euro off a funny (you know the kind of funny) woman who had a peculiar interest in retro motor-scooters.. 🙂

Then to Dam square? for more beers outside some other place. One of the Irish guys (Tim) gets talking to two Swedish chicks (Fatima and and and um..sorry.. I forget).

In time, I take over, haha. The girls get free shots from the funny, curly-haired bartender. We chat for quite a while. I must be drunk – I actually manage small talk! They want to go to a coffeeshop so other Irish guy, Nile, leads us back to Grasshopper. Smoke a joint. Chat. Tim gets shit from the bar girl because they don’t serve alcohol in the coffeeshop area and he leaves or something. Nile might’ve followed and come back – I went for a piss so I’m not sure. I do remember skillfully dodging the chick that wanted 50c to use the toilets – sucked in!

I stick with the girls – tough job right but someone has to do it. End up with Fatima’s phone number. Oh, she has an Egyptian parent – I think that explains what I thought was a fairly non-Swedish name. Neither girl was blonde for the record. Possible reason to stay in Amsterdam longer? 🙂

Anyway, the girls leave. I’m totally fscked now so I move to go back to the hotel so I can be sick (hehe it’s only midnight-ish).

I think the Irish guys missed their flight home this morning – I heard a lot of swearing when they got up and stuff about getting to the airport and “We’ll never make it!”. I booked another night coz I’m not riding anywhere today and those Swedes were pretty stunning.. 😉

Um.. after this morning.. hangover. Vlaamse Frites from the Verse place on Damrak.

Then up to the Sex Museum for a good dose of porn “through the ages”.

Caught a tram to Leidseplein and relaxed at a cafe in the shade. Wandered into the nearby Vondelpark – an awesome park used to its fullest potential by the locals and tourists today! The weather is back to being awesome – hence the massive numbers in the park this Sunday.

So I wandered around the park and eventually fell asleep on a park bench (classy eh?).

Woke up with a lush golden-haired Dutch girl tearing off my clothes and.. no, wait, that didn’t happen. Fark! Oh well.. at least I woke up! 🙂

Grabbed an ice-cream and then headed over to the crowd in the park arena. There was some hiphop festival going on yeah yeah yo break it down n shit! Nah, seriously I can handle some hiphop and I love watching good breakdancing.. and these two crews that were battling.. they were VERY good at it! The crowd was huge too and really getting into it. I caught the end of the battle. After doing his thing one guy ran up the side of the stage and backflipped back into centre-stage.. it was bloody awesome!

I was keeping an eye out for the guy drumming on a metal hand drum but he’d gone by then. I knew I shoulda hassled him when I first spotted him. I’ve never seen that kind of drum before but it makes the coolest sound – nothing like a drum at all. It was like a reverse steel drum and he played it with his fingers – no sticks. Gotta check some of that stuff out, you know to stop all that “idle hands do the devil’s dishes” stuff.. I hate doing dishes..

Walked back to the hotel via the bridge that Dutchy mentioned. Had one guy offer a bike for 5euro and another guy (who might’ve actually been genuine? Nah! Just well practised!) offer his bike with lock for 15euro – he was going back to his home country you see..

Did I mention it’s farkin hot today!! Yay for finally bringing back the good weather!