When I got to Amsterdam, I immediately went to go look for the Flying Pig Hostel in Downtown. I walked up and down the street that it was supposed to be on at least three times, maybe more!
I couldn't find it. After getting horrible directions from three different potheads, I headed back to the train station to ask the Tourist Office to doublecheck which Flying Pig Hostel I was staying at. Turns out my reservations were for the Palace, not the Downtown one. I took a tram out there and checked in, bumping into Jeff Cottrell at that time. He was worried since my train was late by one hour, and because he hadn't seen me at the hostel yet. But, like always, I eventually show up.
We walked to the train station, a 50-minute walk (where I took some pictures), to buy our train tickets for the next day to go back to Milan. We then walked to the Hard Rock Cafe and ate dinner at the bar. I had a huge cheeseburger, and wolfed it down since I hadn't eaten an actual meal in over 24 hours. Jeff and I then went back to the hostel and lit up a joint in the bar in the basement of the hostel. It had been 6 months since my last hit off of a joint, and I have never smoked marijuana without being intoxicated from alcohol, so this was a brand new experience for me. And let me tell ya ... after four hits of Amsterdam quality marijuana called 'Purple Haze'...I was SOOO stoned. My back, legs, and head were all tingly, and I felt like I was floating. Since I hadn't slept very much in the past 2 days, all my body wanted to do was lay down, relax, and go to bed. I said my goodbye's and went upstairs to bed. I had forgotten to put the sheets on the bed when I had first arrived that afternoon, so I had to make the bed stoned off of my ass! It was like I was watching a movie of my action through my own eyes. I would jump from one thing to the next, not even realizing what I was doing, since my mind was racing. When I laid down in bed, all I could do was just lay there and let all these ideas, images, and stories pop into my head, one after another, until my mind was exhausted as my body and I fell asleep. I have no idea when that was, but we left the Hard Rock around 7 PM, so I had to have been asleep by 9 PM. That explains why I woke up at 6:30 this morning. Well, Jeff and I are going to the Heineken Experience today, and then our train to Brussels leaves at 3:30 PM. Talk to you on the late night train from Brussels to Milan.