This morning we went down to the kitchen for our complimentary breakfast. We had never been even remotely early enough for it before today so we figured it was time to check it out. There were lunch meats, white bread, jam, and cereals. Zane chose cereal and I sat comfortably watching our hostel friends serve the other guests. Zane finished eating, We wrapped up and headed out. Since there wasn't anything for me at Wow, we returned again to Venkel and ordered up unique salad creations. Now that was a breakfast! While we were in the city we went back to the same coffee shop as before and Zane got some cheese, a strain of Marijuana that stinks like cheese lol, he smoked while I wrote post cards to some people back home. We were surrounded on all sides by British people with super heavy slanged accents, everyone of them ordered a ham and cheese toasty, which is exactly what it sounds like, and they talked across the room to each other in such loud, thickly accentuated accents that it was priceless to be in the middle of. After a short snooze back at the hostel we were once again back in the red light district, going from one bar and ordering only one beer before moving on to the next. We came to this one place with a pool table, with probably 30 people there. While waiting to get a game in on the pool table, one of the girls already playing, it was couple vs couple, came over to us and asked us if we were twins. "Brothers" we say in unison. "Ohh, thats just fantastic" she says "what are you doing here alone?" Referring to the bar. "Were waiting to play pool." At this she snaps her neck around to her friends and quickly organizes an already finished game to its now official end. She then sets up a joint venture between all three groups, a 2v2. Zane and the other teams man, vs me and this girls boyfriend. They tell us that they're here in Amsterdam from London on a 3 day vacation from their busy lives back home. Her boyfriend tells us he's a surfing champion and an avid sportsman, while she works at a job she rather wouldn't and is looking for an exit. While were talking she scribbles on two bar notes a rendition of both Zane and myself. Zane didn't keep his but I did.Her boyfriend and I do pretty bad in the beginning of the game but I pull off a great run to the 8 ball in the end. I'm about to finish the game and then the girl takes the stick from me and demands the last shot. Now normally this would constitute a deal breaker and game ender anyways, since No one agreed to it or desired it, but I didn't verbalize it, so it slid. She then hits the white ball straight passed the 8 ball and into the hole thereby loosing the game for us, throwing the stick down on the table and arguing that such a move doesn't qualify a loss where she comes from, she slams her drink and hugs her boyfriend. With that she and her friends move outside to join the rest of their group. Zane and I play a few games between ourselves and the establishment tells us that the pool table is now closed. It was like 9pm and plenty of people around wanting to play pool so we thought this was really strange but hey, we followed the rules. We drank our beers and I made the call to join our new friends outside. There we are introduced to a new a couple, these from Ireland. All was well until I had to go pushing buttons I knew very well led to deeply rooted passions. You see, its never good enough to just have any conversation, ohh no, Danny needs there to be passion, Danny needs to force people to care so much they want to scream, and often do... Especially drunk Danny, he see's a rift in someone and for him there's only one thing to do, expose it! Tear it open and make that person recognize it's existence and how much its affecting them. We all have these rifts, and deal with them in our own way, but drunk Danny thinks he can and should help you with them. Drunk Danny is very lucky he hasn't been hurt by people he's trying to help by making them unstable... His friends remind him of this often.Anyways, back to our story. I ask him if Ireland is in anyway considered apart of Great Britain and his eyes light up like someone just kicked him in the balls but missed the mark and he's pumped for the counter attack, this is the beginning of an hour and a half thyraid into the uniqueness of Ireland and its supreme place in the world as a beacon of independence and sovereignty against imperial rule. His girlfriend and Zane were sitting next to us but they might as well have been in a different dimension, this guy had seen red and was completely transfixed on our conversation, or should I say, his argument. After realizing he was in no way capable of allowing any of my words to even escape my lips we parted ways gracefully as Zane and I entered another bar as they walked on. The place we entered was a karaoke bar, filled to the brim with young people from all over Europe. Before we even got inside we were helping the bar staff carry a waisted girl outside. This sparked a meeting between us and these young Belgian girls about life and everything they hope yo do with it. We very quickly went into life's great mysteries and uncertainties, and then, after going into the bar and getting this girls friend two glasses of water, she comes to and goes into the bar, again getting kicked out by the staff. Then they just disappear on us. Naturally we missed the last normal bus home so we endeavored to finally find these rumored night buses. After running around the empty train station we came to the bus station above it in the back. After sitting there in the freezing cold for an hour, waiting for any bus that would take us home, Zane told me that if a bus didn't arrive soon he was taking a taxi. "Just 10 more minutes I said, it will be here."Just as I said this two random guys from who knows which area of the world showed up asking us were to find the night bus to Bos en lommerweg, and just as they asked us our bus drove by on the other side of the divide, we all sprinted after it in unison. It stopped, the driver was unresponsive inside and I knew he was on his break before starting up again. So I sat down and relaxed while person after person bothered him on his break. 15 minutes later the bus turned around and we had to run all the way to end of the causeway, something like a football field and a half. We got on and made it home by 3am, those guys who asked us about the bus are staying at wow as well. Small world.