Amsterdam: My first day

Well I've made it to my final stop, the drug and sex capital of the world that is Amsterdam. The second I stepped off the train, I was immediately hit with the smell of marijuana, and I knew where I was. It's a good city... especially if you smoke a little gaunge..... Breathe, mom... just breathe. I haven't touched the stuff... I went straight for the E.... haha.

I visited the Heineken museum and recorded this little cinematic masterpiece for everyone... it was a lot like the Guiness Storehouse in Dublin, except here they try to make it more interactive with multimedia shows and hydraulic seating. It's just kind of stupid, but they give you three drinks (of heineken) along the way. So it's not all bad.

The night train here kind of dicked me over for really going out since I got almost no sleep on it. I had to crash early, but not before hanging out in the bar at my hostel and having a more or less routine conversation with a girl from New Zealand, Adrian. I felt bad that she was dissappointed that I just wanted to crash at like midnight when she was all set to go out.