Going, Going, Gone...Mind & Money

So going to start this post off on high but I cannot be held responsible for the melancholy turn it’s most likely going to take in a few paragraphs or so!

Last night was the best night out ever! Stumbled across this all American rock metal bar in the midst of the red light district in Amsterdam. Me and Bells immediately walked in after we saw the 12 euros a bottle of wine and 4 jagerbombs for 10 euros sign in the bar window! We’d finally found a cheap place

to drink! As you walk in, there are Harley Davidsons pinned up against the wall, awesome signs that read stuff like “Whilst you’re a teenager, go out pay your own bills, get a job, live free whilst you still think you know everything,” which I think is pretty effing cool if you ask me. And as soon as I walk in they’re playing BYOB, System of a Down and I’m like YES this is the place for me! What’s even better is that once you go up these steep stairs, it’s more like a ladder, you walk out to see two American pool tables. Heaven.

After a few games of pool we make friends with these guys called James & George. James was the latter’s boss and they were supposed to be on a “business trip” but from where I was standing it looked more like a mini lads’ holiday. With them was an older guy named Matt, 40, who they picked up a couple hours prior to us at the same bar and he worked in the RAF but was now out in Holland to take a test for his Private Pilot’s license. He’s new boss owned an oil company and was worth 4.5 Billion pounds. WTF! For the rest of the night us 5 continued getting smashed and I’m not going to lie I don’t really remember much besides a lot of laughter so can’t really give any deets but surely that's a sign that it was a pretty good night out?!

At around 3am, me and Bella decide to call it quits ‘cause we had to be up at 9 in order to check out of the hostel and for me to jump on the train to Berlin (which is where I’m writing this, looking out the window, listening to a sad song while it’s raining and pretending I’m in a music video haha). On our way back to the hostel we come across two guys from Colorado, USA. One was called Josh and for the life of me I don’t remember the other guy’s name

(sorry dude) but from what I can remember from the 30 minute exchange in the pouring rain - cause drunk people don’t care about the weather when they have their beer coats on - is that Josh was a travel blogger too and had just arrived in Amsterdam for the King’s birthday. I checked out his Instagram just now and he has a fair few thousand followers which definitely over shadows the measly 20 I have on there at the minute haha, so guess he’s really successful at it but he’s got like 6 years on me so who knows where I’ll be by then! But bumping into these guys and having a nice drunk chat was, and me and Bella both agree on this, the cherry on top of the cake.

We say that, but when our alarm went off this morning we both felt like rotting food, and Bella (sorry babe haha) looked completely and utterly destroyed. We literally melted when the curtains opened and the sunlight came pouring through- we could have probably done with that extra half an hour’s kip! But I knew the only thing that was going to sort this head out was McDonalds (which FYI is really expensive in Amsterdam!) So Bella and I are sitting down, brewing in our own sorrow whilst we each stuff down a double cheese burger. There were a lot of homeless people coming in, handing us leaflets on why they need money etcetera, etcetera but right now, and I know their life is much worse than mine, but I could barely move without getting the urge to bassline (word for throwing up) and was too preoccupied with my own sorry state.

After sitting there blindly staring at the walls for an hour Bella and I head to the train station so that I can catch my train. Like a smart person I go into the supermarket to pick up some snacks for the journey because you know how bloody expensive the food carriages are on trains. I go up to the counter to pay for my sandwich, cookies and vanilla coke and what do I find…nothing. No purse. WHERE THE HELL IS MY PURSE!? I go into panic mood, empty out the entire contents of my bag and nope still no purse! I’ve completely and utterly lost it, couldn’t go around to check if I’d dropped it anywhere as I only had 10 minutes until my train left for Berlin! Thankfully Bella wasn’t leaving Amsterdam until 6 o’clock so she goes back to McDonalds, the only place I’ve used it, to ask if it’s been handed in. The check-out girl informs her that someone else had just come back to ask the same thing. She goes onto say that it’d most likely been taken by one of the homeless guys that come in with their flyers. I’m soo pissed off, that was 550 euros vanished! Finite. Done and dusted. Gone! It’s such a shame. I’ve met so many lovely people out here so far and one individual has completely ruined it. It’s just a reminder that as much as 99% of the people out here in this world are outgoing, fun and kind, I’ve still got to be careful of the other 1% that like to rain down on other peoples’ parades. But I refuse to let this get me down. There’s still people in that 99% that I’ve got to go out there and meet!

#amsterdam #rockbar #booze