GROAN, waking up was rather difficult the next day for some reason. Kick-starting with some pancakes helped a lot though:
Check out this pic, they are all over Amsterdam, they totally make up the city and it's hard to turn a corner without seeing one:
(there are loads of canals too, like the one behind the homeless dude)
Later that evening we were chilling out at the bar near where we were staying, which was next to a park and we saw this sign:
Near as we can figure after several beers each and a brain storming session, you cant' take a dump, play trumpets, rip out speakers from your stereo or set up a bed in the park. Makes sense.
Before we went out this time, we thought that it would be a great idea to line our stomachs first! We tucked in to a great feed that Stef's cuzzy sorted out for us:
Crazy's mates, the lovely Esther and Angela, came to Amsterdam to catch up with us on Sat night as well. Much like last time we were in Amsterdam:
We spent a few hours drinking and then went out to a nightclub to dance the night (err, morning) away:
Of course, all us guys had to get a pic with Esther and Angela on the dance floor.
Here's Stef with his "I went to Amsterdam and all I got was seriously fu<ked up and my photo taken with two hot chicks" expression:
James with his "I'm much more pretty than these two, I know it, you know it and I'm sure these two hotties know it" expression:
Andrew with his "pimping out the hot chicks" expression:
Me with my "Look, I can see Santa up there, YAY!!!" expression:
And finally, one last shot of us all before saying goodbye to Esther and Angela:
You might be wondering "HEY, where's Crazy in that last pic?!" and I'd like to say that he was off with half a dozen hookers, doing lines of coke off their stomachs and we found him the next day in a pool of whiskey and vomit, but in reality he had an upset tummy and went home early.
In summary: Amsterdam, more than just a holiday destination for ya Mum.