Didn't sleep so I wouldn't miss my exit

After a whirlwind of a day yesterday, I psyched myself up to go to Amsterdam solo. Five days alone in the Netherlands, especially considering my horrible sense of direction. Sounds like a challenge.

The 10 hour train ride was crazy. Luckily I had enough granola bars to keep me awake most of it, and a fully charged ipod for whatever thousands of cornfields I had to look at all night. Upon arriving in the city, I met two kids getting off the train at the same time, both dudes from Texas. They invited me to a different hostel across town called the Flying Monkey. It sounded just enough like a bar on sixth street to make me want to try it out. So now I am sitting in a room with 20 bunk beds, wondering what tonight could possibly bring.