The Cougar Patrol

Ok. I left Stockholm after striking out three consecutive nights. At least I was able to hit up a bar on a Sunday night. The next stop was Amsterdam.


And then I left Amsterdam 3 days later. Here are some pictures.


First up, Amsterdam has tons of canals. I mean, TONS. When you are feeling, um, off your game (yes, yes, that’s the ticket!) and you find yourself on the, um, wrong side of town, and the map you have doesn’t list any of the tiny alleys and streets in the surrounding area, which might just happen to be a place you don’t really want to be in, well, these canals, they just go and make your day worse. Walk the wrong way down one of those unlabeled alleys with a 26-letter-long name, and you will be considerably lost. I’m usually awesome with maps, but I ended up being lost for 3 HOURS a mere 6 blocks from my hostel thanks to these canals.










It was pretty historical though. Not getting bombed in WWII means that these houses were all like 400 years old, which explains why these houses are leaning over pretty badly.







They have a lot of churches in Amsterdam, so I stopped in one of them to get the view of the surrounding area. 250 steps later, I had some nice aerial shots. Notice the weather, it was like that the whole time, basically.









Here’s all the bikes I was talking about. These things are parked on top of each other, I bet there were 5,000 in this parking structure alone.

Things of note on this stop:

- Redheads everywhere, and none of them were the gross ginger-kid types, but full on, perfect hottie redheads.
- Chicks on bikes. There’s really no better way to stay in shape than by riding a bike every where. And there must’ve been like 300,000 bikes in the downtown area.
- Art. Art is good. They have lots of it in Amsterdam. And if you show me a book, I might even be able to identify some of it.
- I made it out alive. This is a very, very important fact.
- Also, the Dutch chicks, they were cool for the most part. My A game didn’t make it out of Amsterdam-Schiphol, but that’s ok, it was a fun time anyways. Especially the chick who cursed me out when I hit the brakes on my bike.

At this point, it was onwards to Berlin, the last stop of the tour.