Like a monkey under a rock fall!

Well, here I am in Hamsterjam. It's great. There's so much I could write, but probasbly won't because I'm a lazy bastard and the last few days of weed-fun have put my head in quite the place. It's gonna be seriously odd trying to cope with a real place after this. We're going to Brussels for a rest! A rest I say!

Things we saw: Markets, people, fairytale-style houses, drugs, dealers, prostitutes, punters, canals, museums, stoners, stones, expensive pints (6euros!), cheap pints (1euro!), joints, bongs, mushrooms, art, 'Art', Darth Vader, smart shops, stupid shops, souvenirs, postcards, all rings of hell, some rings of Saturn, 12 young men in reindeer costumes (Bob's Reindeer army?), women jiggling bits behind windows, red lights, green lights, trams, bikes, trikes, trains, London, Penrith, Rotterdam... The list is almost endless... Almost... I'm just bored of typing things...

We managed to avoid the Van Gogh museum and other such worthy things, but we did get to the Botanical Gardens where Sarah sketched and I didn't. Actually, Sarah's been quite good about the whole sketching thing. We'll make an artist out of her yet!

It's weird the way you can smoke indoors here. It seems like forever since the ban came in in Ireland. To make any Irish smokers jealous, I'm in an internet cafe in Amsterdam having a cigarette... Muh-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaaa!!!!

And I don't even smoke, still, when in Reme...

Thanks to Donal for recommending Hillstreet Blues. it's a lovely little place. And if I'm any judge (which I'm not) their Morning Glory's pretty good. Get's you where you wanna be anyway!

And now I'm going to sign off because I have to figure out where I'm going to sleep tonight. Sarah has some romantic (by romantic I mean daft) notion about sleeping in a train station. I'm not for it. Contre is exactly what I am.

Adieu for now. I'll be back online in Belgium...