5 grown people. 1 alarm no one heard. And a bus that would undoubtedly pull out of Victoria Coach Station at 10:30am on-the-dot.

Some crazy dream about a car and a sex-crazed woman cracked my eyes open at 9:55, and after staring at my phone for 3 minutes trying to figure out the significance of the time, I realized it was time to get the hell on the road, around the London Marathoners, and to the station to check in with Megabus and be on our way to Amsterdam. We were supposed to be up at 8:05, but not having enough sleep over the past 4 days must have made my finger disable my alarm without letting me know. FUCK!

“Call Uber! Get Dressed. Go!”

We had to call two Ubers for 5 people because our bags were ignorant. Both arrived, but one was a minivan, so we thanked God, apologized to the little car before cancelling him, and pulled off with the van. Eventually, we made it over a bridge and through the streets. The runners have taken over London for a few hours. Wisping through the streets, avoiding people and other cars, we pulled in front of the station and I dash through the bus station like OJ in that infamous airport commercial he did (Is OJ still relevant?)

At 10:30, after successfully getting 5 passports checked, tickets stamped, and bags checked, we were seated and pulling out. Whew! Kings Day is not to be missed again! Easily and without question, I’d donate the limb of a loved one to make it to Kings Day in Amsterdam.

Goodbye London. Hello countryside, then edge of England, then Channel Tunnel, then France. I missed most of these attractions because my body finally gave in to the sleep it needed.

Hello Amsterdam. Hello Hostel Slotania. Hello shower, tram, city center, Mcdonalds, Bar that allows weed. But wait…you don’t sell weed? Who does?

The owner points us across the street to the weed man who closes in 3 minutes. Unfortunately he decided to close at 12:57am, not giving a shit that Sanura did an action movie fall and roll in the median. No weed for us. Just as well since I hate the weed high, and we’re all probably a bit too tired and hungry. One lucky break for the day is plenty perhaps. After all, we do have a few more days here.

Two shots of 80% Absinthe later we were laughing it up with Suriname natives in McDonalds by Dam Square stealing wifi, joking about sex and drugs, and figuring out the bus schedule to make it back to the hostel.

Hello top bunk. Hello facebook. Hello low eyes and yawn. Sleep a bit.