After a fairly quick train trip into Amsterdam, it was easy to find my hotel which was a mere 400m from the station in a street it was impossible for me to pronounce.
I'd already sent a text while on the train to 2 guys I met at a cafe in Oslo (Joris & Thijs). They'd sent back a message asking me to make my way down to a street called Zeedjik. Looking forward to catching up with the guys, I hastily got changed & headed down to Zeedjik, only to be met by a mass of people everywhere completely filling up the street.
I met the guys at a bar called Casablanca, & Joris offered me a Heinekin straight away. From there I was introduced to some of their friends, & we wandered off to several other bars in another area of Amsterdam - following the Happy Hour trail.
Gay men everywhere, I had a ball. The guys were friendly & welcoming & it was hilarious to listen to their Dutch in a semi-intoxicated state. But realising I was drinking on an empty stomach, I grabbed some quick take away noodles, then headed back to the bar.
I eventually headed back to the hotel, saved from being lost by a couple of Phillipino girls, & managed to end up safely back in bed at some stage.
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