We got to Amsterdam at about 11pm and there was no room at the inn--aka, the Flying Pig Hostel. The 'drews decided to get a hotel room and ended up in a creepy attic in the creepy Alfa Hotel.
They immediately put their bags down and headed out to see the city where anything goes.
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| This is a canal in the Red Light District. |
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| Feeling pretty sideways in the Red Light District. |
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| No caption necessary. |
This place in the Red Light District reminded us of our favorite Bronx pub.
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| The next morning, we were finally able to get a couple beds at the legendary Flying Pig Hostel, which would live up to its reputation. |
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| Marijuana paraphernalia was everywhere, including the "Smoking Room" in the Flying Pig. |
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We had to wait three hours until we could check in at the Flying Pig. Frandrew laid down on a bench like a skell. For those who don't know, Urban Dictionary defines skell as "a lowlife, non-bill paying possibly crack or heroin addicted being. It is a word largely used by all New York City members of public service when refering to a perp or dirtbag."
Some examples of the term's usage:
1. Put gloves on, that guy's a skell.
2. You can get heppatitis just by LOOKING at that skell.
3. Kendrew decided to leave the hostel because he was embarrassed about being seen with that skell Frandrew.
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| Our new abode. Yup, just the bottom bunk. Guess who was big spoon and who was little spoon. |
Frandrew was not happy about the rain. Kendrew is pretty sure he was crying in these photos.
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| We were warned about staying away from the Purple Light District. |
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| Apparently, that's where all the trannies hang out. |
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| Actually, this was a "stag party," the Brits' term for bachelor party. We guess that includes dressing up like hairy women. |
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| We created a fan club for Lara, our hostess/bartender at the Flying Pig. Frandrew was so cocky about beating her at Tic-Tac-Toe that she rubbed it in for days after beating him. The completed game is still taped to the ceiling of the hostel. Kendrew rubs it in when he beats Frandrew, too, Lara. |
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| Kendrew with our Aussie friends Kim and Thea on our way to play 3D golf. |
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| They made our trip much more enjoyable. |
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| Kendrew grew a little tired of posing for Frandrew's pictures. |
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| At the Flying Pig Bar. |
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| Kendrew had this dude from the Midwest ice Frandrew. The Smirnoff was in his pants and it took him a while to get Frandrew to look down. He tried everything. |
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| Our Aussie friend Remy also got iced. |
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| Riding dirty in Amsterdam. |
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| We stopped to get lunch and ended up staying after we met Ben and Charlotte, who were on "holiday" from Britain. |
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| Ben the mixologist. |
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| He made us these drinks which he called "Black Velvets." |
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| They were supposed to get us really drunk. |
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| However, we think they hit Big Ben a little harder than us. |
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| Ben said he looked like a "predatory pedophile" in this photo. |
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| Charlotte single-handedly beat Frandrew and Kendrew at pool. |
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| Ben was pretty useless at that point. |
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| The 'drews had to literally carry him home. The only thing Ben was capable of saying at this point: "This is like Weekend at Bernie's." |
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| "Watch my cool tricks." |
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| Looks like Kendrew broke his bike trying to do "cool tricks." |
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| Shout-out to our buddy Troy (right side of the photo). |
After not shaving for a couple weeks, Kendrew looks a lot like the guy from V for Vendetta.
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| Amsterdam wore Kendrew out. |
