I am walking up the street, coming upon Leidseplein after a quick peak at the red light district. Just past the Bulldog and around the corner, I find my hostel. I walk up a few steps, dragging my backpack behind me in exhaustion. With Jerry Springer blaring in the next room, I get the key to my room and drudge along the hallway, push open the fire door, and look the place up and down until I find room 4, bed 2. Top bunk. There are 2 asians rolling joints for later at the table.
- Hey, I say.
- Hey man, welcome! Where you from man? One of them says in obviously forced English.
- Canada, you?
- We from Korea. We came to Amsterdam fo party! You wanna join us?
- Cool, I say. I am just going to get my shit together here first. Where you headed?
- To Bulldog and then club later.
- Alright, I will meet you at the Bulldog.

As they step out of the room, i drop my bag and look at the top bunk. I'll just take a quick nap and then head out for a bit of a party! should be good times!

The next day, I wake up around 2 pm.