Day 3: London To Amsterdam
Sunday, May 26, 2002
| Bus never picked anyone up at
Imperial. Many people camped outside orientation area to line
up for expensive breakfast and get our luggage weighed. Note:
luggage tape leaves sticky mark/stain! |
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| Got on bus. Originally sat in
back of bus between several girls who were complaining about
the taste of something in their sandwich. |
Kyle, our tour guide, gave
brief London orientation before giving us our currency packs. |
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Kyle, our tour
"manager," lay down the rules, gave an orientation,
and set the expectations.
Kyle told us about the tour
of our lifetime. Told us about the other tour groups we will
run into... the "Antiqui" group.
Boarded cold, rocking ferry.
Tried to get to know the people. Waited in Calais for our
official bus driver, Ali.
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| Stopped at rest stop for some
Belgian waffles. Back on bus, Kyle distributed the
"optional excursions" list. Told us what a great
deal it was for sex (Amsterdam's sex show, that is). (Parents
will never find out!)
Kyle warned us about the cafes in
Amsterdam. He said that he went with some friends and had a
cake that made him feel like an "out of control
Teletubbie." (So what does that look like?)
Proceeded to the river cruise
in Amsterdam. Sky did not darken until 10pm. Kyle said cruise
was chance to mingle and get to know each other.
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| Couldn't
understand cruise guide. Perhaps he wasn't holding mic to his
chin. At
about 10:30pm, the guide thanked us and announced that it was time
to go. We were so loud that we neither heard him nor
paid attention to him. When he saw that we didn’t react to him, he
opened the top of the boat, as a hint to tell us that the cruise was
over. While some of us kept talking, others
welcomed the fresh air. The guide then went to Kyle and told him it
was time for us to go. Kyle shouted, “Okay guys, time to go.” He
was the first one off the boat, and nobody followed, probably
because no one heard him.
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Kyle escorted us to
Grasshopper, where he expected to drop us off. Whoops! Drivers
hours was an issue, and we walked very slowly (besides almost
getting run over by bikes).
Back on the bus, girls were
singing along with the bus's CD player to two of Bon Jovi's songs: You Give Love A Bad Name and It's My Life.
Party at the bar. Here's to
Amsterdamage.
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