Amsterdam

I woke up this morning around 9:30, but I was in no shape to get out of bed. I laid there while Nick and Pearse were still sleeping. I got up for a shower at almost noon. When I got up on the floor, beside my bed, there was a dried up mess of mucus and spit and probably vomit. I knew I didn't throw up up, but it's hard to defend that when it's right beside my bed and even a little bit of it in my shoe. After consulting with the fellas, none of them knew what it was either. I was tired of looking at it cause it was nasty, so I poured some water on it and used a towel to clean it up. Once we all got ready we went to the train station so we could head to the city for some lunch. We bought one one way tickets, scanned them, and went up to our platform just to realize it was the wrong platform. So, we had to buy another ticket and go to the other platform, but when we tried scanning it, it said invalid. Frustrated and tired, the 3 of us sat and ordered an Uber just to throw a little more money away. We stopped at a ramen restaurant where the boys ordered a bowl, but I was still pissy about the train, so I just ordered an appetizer. After lunch, the 3 of us split up and went on our own. Pearse needed a pharmacy, so he went to deal with that. I got adventurous and went to a weed cafe. I ordered a pre roll and a coffee and just chilled out. The weed in Amsterdam is a lot stronger than at home, so it didn't take me very long to just sit there and question everything that led me to this point. It wasn't fun at all, I was sweating my balls off. Pearse met me there and just sat next to me for a few minutes. When he looked at me, he noticed all the beads of sweat rolling down my face. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and cool off a little before we left. Again, when in Rome. We wondered around the city for a little while, even ending up in some sort of carnival. We had to meet the group in the afternoon because it was our last night on the Contiki so we had a nice evening planned with everybody. Getting on the bus, it was pretty obvious I wasn't the only one to check out what the cafes were all about. A few people, including me, were wearing sunglasses on the bus because even though Bec couldn't stop us technically, drugs aren't allowed at all on the Contiki so we couldn't talk to her about it or tell her. She obviously knows, though. There's a reason everyone called her mom. I also think weed was the least of her problems in Berlin and Amsterdam. A bus of thirty 20 something year olds is gonna have a couple of people looking for party drugs. We had about an hour to unwind and get ready for our last included dinner. We went to an Indonesian restaurant for dinner. Not only was it the best included dinner, but it was one of the best I've had on the trip. It was buffet style with different proteins. One was a peanut sauce skewer, and the other was beef Bolinas. Both were tasty, but the skewers were better. The beef Bolinas was really sweet it was kind of weird. It's still good, though. Even our first two drinks were included in the meal. After dinner, we had a boose cruise scheduled. It was a really wholesome time on the boat because everybody was there for our last night, and we had an awesome time socializing with each other. One of the ladies had a digital camera, and she took some pretty classic photos of everyone. I think the crew on the boat was used to older people on the boat and have a speech and teach everyone about the city but they gave up on the pretty quick because we were just there to have a good time with each other. When the ferry was docked and the bar was closed, I definitely opened the fridge and put a hieneken in each pocket for the road lol. Pearse did the same, but the goon grabbed prohibition beer, so I had to share mine. We had more than enough on the boose cruise, so I was okay with it lol. When we got off, we all met at an Australian bar called cocos because almost the entire contiki was Australian. At this bar, I was talking to my friend Cody, who gave me some pretty interesting information. He was on the top bunk across from Pearse and in our dorms. He asked me if I remember Pearse coughing all night, and I said no because I was out cold. He told me Pearse was coughing so much, and so aggressively, he leaned over the top bunk and threw up on the ground and went back to sleep. Luckily, it was just a bunch of mucus and a bit of beer because it would have stunk so bad if it was more. We finally know who did it after a whole day of it being inconclusive. I'm telling you this cold is nothing to play with. I pulled an Irish goodbye and took the train back with a guy named Dan because we had to get up at 7 for the bus the next day, and I physically couldn't handle another hungover day on the bus.Read more