Ahhh. So much has happened since I last wrote I'm not exactly sure where to start. I guess Amsterdam. Seems logical :)


THE CHEESE ROOM
The rest of our time in London was lovely but the 17th came around all too quickly. Our flight from LDN to Amsterdam hardly seemed worth it. The entire journey was taking off and landing. They barely had time to serve the complementary drink and pack of peanuts. When we landed it was quite the culture shock. England had been so kind to us. With the english and the relatively warm weather. But once we got off the plane I think sarah and I both had tiny internal panic attacks. It was dark. and 0 degrees. But we soon pulled our shit together and found our hostel with relatively little trouble. In Amsterdam we stayed at Cocomamas. Once a brothel, now an adorable home away from home for travellers abroad. The girls that run it greeted us with smiling faces and BEER. Once we settled in (our room was cheese themed) we pretty much just went to sleep. Although there was an hour and half in between those two things where I got sarah and I completely lost on the way to the supermarket... these things happen.

Amsterdam was pretty low key. We didn't go to any coffee shops. Or the red light district. Or any of that. We spent the days exploring and shopping and most of the nights at the hostel. We often planned to go out but everyone would generally gather in the kitchen at dinner time and staying out of the cold drinking beer and playing board games at home would inevitably replace our previous plans. We met lots of great people there. There was Caroline. This sweet Swedish girl who shared a room with Sarah and I. She was a typical Swede. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Gentle demeanour. Once she said "fuck" and I just about fell off my chair. It was like seeing a baby smoke or something. Just wrong. Then there was this American guy. Brad. Of course. He was nice. I tad arrogant but sometimes I feel people have earned the right to be arrogant. He had spent the past 2 years working in west Africa helping develop facilities for some women's group or something. pfffft. Tevs brad. Nobody likes an overachieving do-gooder. Anyway he carried around a leather satchel and wrote in a leather journal and kicked my ass at nintendo. Then there was Steve. gah. He was australian. And a pain. He had sort of moved in permanently. The girls were letting him stay in the attic because he had been there so long. He had definitely made himself far too comfortable and was sort of self appointed know-it-all of Cocomamas. I'm being harsh... He was friendly and pleasant enough. He just ALWAYS took my ipod off the dock and it drove me insane. Especially cause then he would play some obscure american folk music just to show everyone how "original" he was. wank. There were also 2 other Australians. Alex and Alex. One was male and one was female. They had falafels for breakfast one morning. I was so jealous.

213
Next. Berlin. Once again we arrived late. Got lost. And were pretty much hating life once we finally made it to our dorm. We had planned an early night. But a bunch of loud mouthed swiss-talians woke us up when they checked in at 5am, and again when they got home from a party at 7.30am. I took great pleasure in opening the window at 9am that morning just as an ambulance drove by. Sirens here are so fucking loud it's ridiculous. We spent the first couple days wondering around. Getting our bearings. Shopping. Going to the zoo. Nothing too exciting. I think it was our second night when the "loud mouthed swiss-talians" became the "lovely, friendly swiss-talians". We walked into room 213 after our day at the zoo and bonded over our mutual love of "almost famous" as we sung along to elton john's Tiny Dancer. There was Kareoke on at the bar under the hostel and we decided that 'the 213' would have to belt out our rendition of 'tiny dancer' later that night. Also part of the 213 was a dutch girl and guy. They spent ages trying to teach me how to pronounce my last name... I still haven't quite got it down. Anyway, Unfortunately tiny dancer wasn't on the list of possibilities. We had to settle for rock and roll all night... I was disappointed. The next night we all went and saw black swan. Wow. it was intense. I really want to go to the ballet now. Go figure. On our final night in Berlin we went to have dinner with Hannah and her friends. We went to this little sushi place which we were a little apprehensive about but it was actually really delicious. Although as we were waiting for our food two guys walked in, grabbed this other dudes iphone off the table and ran. It was quite the wake up call. We all had our wallets and phones lying all over the place. After that we stuffed everything we could into our bras and walked arm in arm through the streets for the rest of the night.

THE ORANGE
Now we're in this terrible orange coffin in prague. The hostel is unwelcoming and blah. Luckily Prague is beautiful. And we're only here for 3 nights. I think I'll survive. My feet are cold. I'm going to read in bed.

xx