I had a late night just hanging out in the smoking room at the flying pig last night. I managed to get up in time to catch the end of breakfast. Catching the end of breakfast at the flying pig is not the most desirable thing, what a mess and they ran out of cutlery.I was determined to do some sight seeing and see Anne Frank House. I got ready, grabbed my map and headed towards Dam square, snapping some pictures along the way. It only took me about 20 minutes to get there, but they were not kidding about the line up, it was wrapped around the corner. I got in line anyway, I wasn't about to miss this. The lined moved quickly and it wasn't too long until I was inside. The only disappointing part is that you are not allowed to take pictures, I think this was Otto's (Anne's dad's) choice, fair enough. This museum was so well thought out, it's a great memory to Anne, her family and her diary. It did feel a bit strange being in her room, a lot of the pictures are still up on the wall. The house is also was quite large for a hiding area! The thing that's crazy is that they never found out who tipped off the guards that they were hiding there.
After Anne Frank house I continued to walk around, back towards Dam square. I wanted to go to the Van Gogh museum, but it was getting pretty late in the afternoon, I thought the best choice was to take a taxi, big mistake!
I got in the Taxi at Central station, I asked him to put the meter on, but instead he flashed me this (fake) price list and told me it was 25 € to get there. I thought that was way too much so I asked him to let me out, we hard hardly driven a minute across the street. He refused to stop and told me it would be 15 € just to take me across the street. I told him he was crazy and that I wasn't paying that and to let me out, instead he locked the doors and continued driving. I started to panic, and I kept screaming and pounding on the window for him to stop and let me out. He told me the doors were "child locked" and that he would have to get out to let me out. I asked him again to stop the car, but he refused. Finally we reached a red light and a lady came up to the taxi seeing me in a panic and he unlocked the doors (from the inside ha!) and I ran as fast as I could. I couldn't believe this had happened to me in Europe, let alone Amsterdam. I've taken cabs in underdeveloped places and not have had an incident like this. After that, I went back to the hostel to relax for a bit. Then I went to the coffee shop across the street and bought this weed called Hindu Kush and headed back to the hostel to smoke it. I have to say, that was the most amazing smelling weed ever. I sat around and chatted to the Canadian guy I had met the night before and this American guy called Brad whom I remember the night before being stoned & drunk off his ass. I made plans to go out with them and Adrian that night, the only problem is I was super stoned. So somehow Adrian managed to talk me out of bed and we headed out. First we all went to get some dinner and afterwards we went to this bar. I was feeling pretty bored, sometimes it's tough being the only girl when the guys (The American guy Brad) have only the intention of hitting on every ass in the room. I was still feeling pretty out of it, but Adrian convinced me to stay for a couple of drinks which I did and then I took the tram back to the hostel and called it a night while the others apparently went on to have a wild night.
Rembrandt, the area where we went out for food and drinks.
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