"I think that all Australians are really just poets and romantics at heart. And like all romantics, we've been heartbroken, and we drink to forget the pain of that loss." - Me explaining to an American guy, mid-pub crawl, why Aussies drink so well. He wasn't able to keep up.

So, how does one spend a weekend in Amsterdam? Going on Amsterdams most popular pubcrawl, taking in six clubs? Wandering through the Red Light District at night? Coffee shop? Explore parts of the city you've never seen, and fall in love with the locals? Pub? Or, all of the above?

Yeah, we went with the all of the above option.

And Jordan met a wizard.

Well, Friday night, we decided to head out onto what is claimed to be Amsterdams most popular pub crawl. Six clubs, many free drinks, and a whole lot of drinks purchased myself. It was amazing, the directions were: Go to the main square of Amsterdam, and then a man in a red t-shirt will meet you there, and give you further instructions. It was a terrific night, and we met so many people. Mostly Australians, a Canadian, a few Americans, Brazilians, New Zealands, and one Dutch guy. I've been here for about four/five days, and I've met a total of three Dutch people.

I'm not going to lie to you, I don't remember a whole lot of the pub crawl. I mean, most of it, but I woke up this morning (11:30), looked over at the bed where Jordan was supposed to be sleeping, and realised I had no idea how I'd gotten home (I remember a lot of walking), or where the hell Jordan was, or even if he'd come back to the hostel with me.

As it turns out, Jordan was just off getting some breakfast, and his memory was much better than mine, in terms of filling me in that he had indeed, walked home with me.

Oh, and Jordan got to shuffle like a fiend at all of the clubs. His foot hurts like hell today, but at least he knows that it was physically impossible to have danced any harder.

So he ended up going back to bed for awhile, and I wandered the streets of Amsterdam, finding new places, and just generally exploring. It was really hard to not walk into a pub I saw with a sign saying 'Barstaff Wanted.' It is really lovely here.

So Saturday night, Jordan and I went for a stroll through the Red Light District. We'd wandered through during the day, but I gotta admit, I was really curious to see exactly how seedy it got at night. As it turns out, in between the women, and their prospective clients, there are a lot of tour groups. And I mean A Lot. It was... educational. It was all kind of like being in a reverse aquarium. Where instead of people looking at fish and tapping on the window, the people are looking at the various girls, and the girls tap on the window trying to get the attention of passers-by.

Taken from out front of the Sex Museum

Red Light District at night.

Front window of the 'Condomerie.'

Jordan in the Red Light District

Well, that's about it for the time being. Tomorrow we head off to... well, we don't really know. This morning it was Stuttgart, now thinking Freiburg. We'll be in Munich by the end of the week though.

As usual, you are in my heart always.

Joshua