Crazy weather in a crazy place

I am currently in an Amsterdam library sponging off the free internet service to type this post =] Amsterdam does indeed fulfil its labels of sex and drugs; however, it is also a very beautiful place in its own right. The people here are very friendly (the friendliest so far since Zurich), and the streets filled with endless surprises...I got 2 books here for €12! What a steal! =]

Drizzling rain occur once every 45mins-1hr, and the temperature cooling. The gang and I reached Amsterdam last night at around 11:30pm after a very eventful 7hrs train ride which almost saw us stranded in Frankfurt, Germany due to the delay in departure of our train. Thankfully, all things worked to our favour and we managed to board the connecting train to Amsterdam. We made our way to the hotel to check in and subsequently decided to look for dinner as we were starving.

The Burger King at the station near our place was closed for the night after we walked back to check. Disappointed, we took a slow stroll back to our hotel. Melvin then spotted a sign that read 'MacDonalds', and so with hopes rekindled, we took the path to the Golden Arches. It seemed like we were Harold and Kumar in search of White Castle late at night to satisfy our stomachs.

We took a long walk in the blistering cold of the night, braving the elements, with one goal in mind. The yellow globalised logo slowly revealed itself behind dark trees and bushes in the corner of a lonely street. Jason and I almost made a sprint for it! As we walked closer to the restaurant, our hopes grew; the lights were on, there were cars parked outside and the main gate was not locked. I was sure of leaving the place with a full stomach!

However, to my horror, MacDonalds was done for the night too...I shot for the stars, but failed to even land on the moon. We made our way back to the hotel cold, hungry and disappointed. I had Oreos and Milo powder to fill my stomach before turning in at 3:20am. What an adventure...

Anyhow, Jason and I will now be making our way to the Crumpler shop in search of his legendary leather Crumpler bag which cost a bomb. Jason is slowly consolidating his reputation as a spendthrift... =]