london - amsteram part 2.

06/04 day three. stingy bastards. they couldn't even fix an extra lock for the toilet. it's a sharing room, darnit. woke up relieved the doctor dude didn't touch me. this was to be my final day in london, and i couldn't extend my stay in the malaysian halls because well, six pounds fifty. who wouldn't want that? ash came round and told me we could stay in a friend's place. mandela. so before crashing there we thought we'd go round london looking for sunglasses. we were going to go to amsterdam. a pair of shades would be just as important as a pair of boxers. you really shouldn't mess around in tubes and train stations. especially if you're carrying important documents like say, your passport for that matter. we came from bayswater station, and after a few stops ash asked me if i had his passport holder, and if i was screwing around with him. i sure hoped i was. sometimes i mess around so much that people don't believe me. that's not really good. then again, this happened so many times with ash as well that i thought he was fooling around too. til he jumped off the train at the next stop and ran off to find the station ..people. for a good ten fifteen minutes or so we were hopeful. the people working there said that it all comes down to whether we were lucky. i mean, most of the time, people do good. most of the time. they found it at bayswater. if it was lost, ash wouldn't be able to go home. i.. just wouldn't be able to go to amsterdam. heh. night came, and we find mandela's place. had a few pints at a nearby bar, talked bout life and love. ash told us how he'd love to eat bah kut teh again. mandela cooks bah kut teh. we kinda found that hard to believe. until dinner was served. mandela was full of surprises. our awesome host was at it again. he had his own shisha bong, and that was officially my first time doing shisha. it was rather.. interesting. it was going to be a trip consisting of a whole lot of firsts.

07/04 day four. today's destination, harwich. you're supposed to pronounce it harich. sort of. that's where the ferry's going to be.from there, the ferry will go in a horizontal straight line to hoek van holland. or, the hook of holland. has a nice ring to it. the ferry leaves at nine in the morning, so we thought it'd be impossible to make it on time, coming from london. a night in harwich then. there has to be something there we could do to pass time right? mandela the chef cooked us fried rice before sending us off. awesome fella, that boy. after an hour or so on the train, we arrive in harwich. can you say, ghost town? the town was sort of like two rows of shops, which closed at four. forget that, we were the only customers around. we checked into our hotel that looked oh so haunted. after that, went out to ..well, do something. after walking a good mile or so, the only place of interest was probably a nice little pub with a little room that had a pool table. we decided to set camp there and played MANY hours of pool. this day was so boring that i think i'm going to conclude just like that.

08/04 day five. today, we go to amsterdam. but not before shitty harwich sends us off with a parting present, a freakin storm. we left the hotel and the receptionist noticed the sunglasses in my hand. "you're not going to need that today, i can assure you that." thank you very much, mr obvious. we check in at the port, and make our way to the ferry. massive boat. it's been nearly fifteen years or so since i last been on a ferry ride. i prayed that i wouldn't get seasick and throw up. the boat rocked like a see saw. i couldn't walk in a straight line. had to keep reminding myself that it wasn't me, it was the boat. i asked the bartender, "is the boat going to rock even more?" "we're not even out at the main seas yet." six hours later, the boat docked. at customs while an officer was stamping ashley's passport, i heard him ask ashley, "so, what's your purpose of visit to holland?" "..i'm going to amsterdam." the officer gave a cheeky smile and went "niiiccee." haha awesome. we arrived at the train station and checked out the map. just had to find a station with the word 'amsterdam'. shouldn't be too hard. ran into an english couple in the same predicament. we got on the train and realized there weren't any maps on the train to refer to. which meant that we had to stay awake and get off when we see the word amsterdam anywhere on the next say, dozen stations. we see all kinds of people along the way. my first thought, european people got style. i also saw my very first windmill, althought it just flashed by. we thought we saw the word amsterdam somewhere and got off. took a quick glance around the area and i gave a wry smile at the first shop i saw. a drug and herbs store. amsterdam, we're here. we got a map, and amsterdam was kind of like a semi circle, anda the station was pretty much at the heart of everything. crossed the street, and there we were. the city center. but first, unload. we thought it'd be more fun to not plan anything and just find a hotel or motel once we were there. fun, but not the smartest move. first hotel we saw, looked shabby, maybe a place a hooker would do her business. but oh well, we were in hooker town anyway. we checked in with the receptionist, and we asked him, "can we smoke?" "eh?" "weed?" "oh yes, weed. okay. we have. just, open the window when you smoke." haha. we checked out the types of weed available and i guess we picked the cheapest available. 15 euros. 5 grams of shiva. whatever shiva means. 5g was enought to make about four joints maybe. i couldn't remember. i got so stoned. here's how stoned we were. we saw a UFO. haha. no, seriously. we did. at least we thought we did. you can't trust anything you see when you're in that state. ashley went, "hey, look." outside the window i stared blankly at the night sky. and then i saw it. this 'star'.. was blinking. and then it disappeared. and then it appeared again at another location nearby. you may be thinking it's an airplane or something, and i thought so too.. until i saw it change direction. a sharp u turn. maybe 270 degrees. and blinked again, and disappeared for good. eat that. haha. you may think that weed and marjuana's bad, but like, coming all the way here and not experiencing the culture up close is just a waste of money. besides, it's legal, isn't it?


three more days.