| Hoe Sexy Bent U? I'm convinced that Dutch is a joke language,
and at night when all the tourists are asleep they get together
and laugh about how they're going to start writing "Steek Kaart In"
on all the ATM's and see who gets it.
Sarah woke up broken, so we took a trip to the Uurgent Hielp Klinik. Apparently we pass for Dutch (being all blondish and such), since everyone kept throwing Dutch at us. It was an interesting adventure, but at the end it was pretty much like the US: it took about 5 hours for them to give Sarah a bottle of antibiotics and send us on our way with a €150,56 Euro bill. Still, we had time to hit up the Van Gogh Museum before closing (very cool), then stumbled over to a random pizza joint run by a Turkish guy in a white running suit. The high point was when we asked for "balsamic vinegar" the guy jumped with an astonished "No?!" like we had just asked to have sex with him... but then again it is Amsterdam. We finished off the night with some drinks at a locals-only-ish punk rock bar that hung boots from the ceiling and had Social Distortion posters on the wall. And a teenage chick in a Spiderman costume. The Dutch rock.
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