Day 1
So I landed in Amsterdam and was thrown right into the mix. No rest, no naps, 23 hours of painful travel next the oldest human beings I have ever met. It was like hanging out with Larry King's grandparents. Did plenty of tourist sight seeing, followed by a pub crawl. I did my job as chaperone and stopped one silly fight. The words "my friend plays football and he will kick your ass" doesn't carry much weight in Europe. No one is afraid of footballers here.
Day 2
Woke up with a hangover which I 100% deserved. Learned how to handle train rides and took a water tour of Amsterdam. It is amazing how a beer can cure all that ales ya. Next up a 14 hour train ride. Several bottles of wine and Kinkaid gossip later, I find myself in the czek republic.
Day 3
Apparently cellphone service in Prague is not all it is made out to be. Can't get or send texts which is great for a chaperone. The city here is amazing. I figured all former USSR counties to be very grey with 0 people smiling. Well is it very grey and no one is smiling but I cannot figure out why. This city is amazing, but unfortunately I have to chaperone another pub crawl. Wish me luck
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