no third day report, cuz we pretty much did more of the same. besides the scintillating conversation the punks supplied me with, they wouldn’t leave the red light district. i must say that after passing the same women for the nineteenth time, it actually gets kinda old. plus, you start feeling a little pathetic…but i’m the good chaperone, so whatever makes them happy. did also do one of those lame canal cruises, where they translate one sentence of trivia into like six languages. and those dutch bastards put the english translation last, when we’ve already floated past the point of interest. it’s only the most widely spoken language in the world. we’re going to have dinner here in a couple of hours and then drive to rotterdam to see niko, kelly, and the kids again, before we shove off tuesday morn for the uk.

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