It was a hair past midnight. We were entering a land where words were meaningless at least to us. After a short skip across the continent, we had arrived in the medieval city of Prague. Prague is the embodiment of beauty. Feeling lost in the Lego castle of my childhood dreams, Brocephus snapped me out of my daze in time to realize what else we were surrounded by: beautiful women! Each was prettier than the next and my jaw began to hurt from scraping on the cobblestone sidewalk.
The innuendo was heavy as I saw many bangers eating foot-long dogs like champs bangers having bangers? However, not all was good in Prague. In honor of my country, I decided to take a piss in a Subway bathroom word to Jared! There I was ready to free of my bladder of its burden, when all of the sudden the Garmin slipped out of my hoodie pocket and into the bowl. A small splash and a few bubbles provided the eulogy for this burial at sea.
Jared, like the Garmin, you are dead to me. With furrowed brows, we wandered Prague aimlessly until it was time to move on to our next destination: Amsterdam! The effects of the wide availability of marijuana quickly became apparent upon our arrival. Walking through the airport, we were trapped in a bottleneck created by an employee who parked his cart in the middle of a narrow walkway to enjoy a sandwich. As people pushed past him, he starred out the window in complete and utter bliss.
I should have realized that I too would be there soon. Amsterdam is the kind of place where the average year-old American male might go into seizure from overindulgence.
Brocephus described Amsterdam as Disneyland with weed and hookers. Imagine being surrounded by lingerie-clad women, weed, drank and food; now add narrow streets filled with people, cars, bikes and scooters.
