So I got up, spent some time making sure I had directions to my next hostel, looked at train times, checked out and dumped my luggage in a locker at the train station.
Then I headed across the road and jumped on a hop on hop off bus. I calculated I should have time to do one loop before the train I wanted left. So despite my failures last night I managed to actually see a bit of Amsterdam.
Windmill
Generic generic tourist shit
Lines outside madam tusauds
Flea market
Train to Brussels
Brussels is cool
Out for beers at delirium with roomies.
Met Canadians
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