Amsterdam. Netherlands

I have survived a week – I don’t use the word ‘Survive’ in any loose sense. Amsterdam has not only lived up to the expectations it has managed to blow them away, like a puff of smoke leaving a corner coffee shop.

The city is chilled – where everyone seems not to care about the things that keep them up at night. This may be because any form of intoxication is readily available, think any drug in existence and you’ll find it at your local convenience outlet, beside the crisps and the milk. Cigarettes are considered contraband as opposed to the herbs.

Aside from the many things I cant remember – this city is the city where I had my first Beer– and that too at the root – The ‘Heineken’ Factory.

We visited la museum erotica – in English – the Sex Museum. A very interesting place and one that needs to been seen and experienced. We encountered some Dutch delicacies – including but not limited to some great food – the winner from the lot would be the Dutch Donughts – amazing!

And what AmsterDamage tour could be complete without walking down the Red light Strip – I have to admit some of the most beautiful girls in the world.

Eating and Drinking needs to be balanced out with some daily exercise – When the sun sets the tourists come out – they play hard. Once we completed the Laundry we hit the town -The 3 night bender has a heap of blanks. We both Captains sit here and discuss the events that occurred over the three night period and decide that due to the incriminating nature of these nights we can only disclose events on a case by case basis – but for the log these nights involved, pirate boarding a large boat, being told by locals to “Go Home Please”, Meeting the worlds most high Cat, filling the bathtub with vomit, having a argument with a hobo, Doing a Pub crawl with a bunch of Americans that will never Forget Australia – all for the wrong reasons. Being called a knt by the eftpos machine and Leigh being Robbed at Knife point – loosing his cards and his Money.

Amsterdam has been a crazy blur to which our stomach churns as we say goodbye.

AMSTERDAM: The City lost in a Haze.