baby went to amsterdam

There are more bicycles in this city than all of the bikes I have seen in my life combined. The side of all the streets are lined with them, and not a single post or gate is spared a hitching. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of thousands.

Will's and my meeting in the airport was flawless, and after stumbling through the train system we made our way into the city center. This city has some of the most amazing architecture I have seen before, and watching boats putter down the canals in beautiful. Our hostel is something else. Right in the middle of where any tourist would want to be, it houses not a single electrical outlet, completely open bathrooms that are located in the front lobby, and the noisiest beds you can imagine. But we met some great French friends, with whom we spent last night.

Will and I explored the city until evening. With the new friends, we wandered until we found a cheap chinese restaurant where we inhaled our food in order to make it to a pub in time to watch the game. After watching the celebratory singing in the streets, we wandered through the surprisingly not seedy red light district. Quite a sight to be seen, really. At 10:30 when we left, it was still dusk outside. The Frenchies got tired at 11, so Will and I continued to explore on our own. We wandered to a neighborhood quite far from our hostel and found a perfect local bar. Not a word of english was being spoken inside, but those people know how to have a good time. At 3, we decided to wander back, as out hostel has lock-out from 4am-6. Never could I have guessed that would be a problem. But the night could not be complete until we played upon an old wooden jungle gym, and swung upon childrens swings.

Lets see what day 2 has to offer.