The diary of a Scot in Amsterdam

After a lot of fannying around waiting for buses and then a train journey that never seemed to end we arrived back in Prague. I was personally feeling like a sack of shit after the previous night’s lack of sleep and from having the runs, so decided to hit the hay early. Slept the clock around, so it was probably the right decision.

Still not 100% on Saturday, but managed a wee wander ’round the streets nearby. Wasn’t really in the mood to go visit things, but saw some interesting bits and pieces anyway, including the city’s TV tower, complete with babies crawling all over it.

Martin took us to to a bar later on which involved descending what seemed like a endless series of tunnels under the ground, until we were probably in danger of running into flowing magma or something, but pretty nice nonetheless. You’d be fucked in the event of a fire, though. Best not to think about that.

Not much time to do things on Sunday (and ran out of money, anyway), but we did manage a visit to an excellent little veggie café/restaurant place, with the biggest portions you could ask for, and damn tasty too. Certainly a very nice way to end the trip.

3/4 hours delayed on the flight home (and having ran out of clean clothes I stank like a tramp), but after the disaster of the outward flight I could live with that. Back in the ‘dam, clean clothes and a shower. Perfect.