Day 3: An upset stomach part 1

My phone alarm goes off and we stuff our crap into our bags. the desk attendent is still asleep and wont come down for another hour. we eat the $20 deposit for the late entrance card...egg rolled again.

walking off the train onto the busy streets we are welcomed with a beautiful 16th century city. to our right is a parking lot for bikes with no less than 2000 bikes loked up.
we enter into a bar for our first cup of coffee for the daz. the man next to us is from wales. he is here on business for the airline industry. his face is broken with pimples and sores. his accent and intensity about amsterdam tell us he is either crazy or just trzing to be nice. he offers to buz us each our first beer in amsterdam. it is 11am and he wont except a no thanks.

we found bobs zouth hostel which was suggested to us the night before a few minutes walk down the road. we entered into the reception through two small green wooden doors walking down into a basement.

1:00pm - we hit the streets
1:30pm - we watch a street show
2:00pm - we eat lunch with some fungus on it
2:10pm - we walk through the red light district
2:20pm - we entered in the weed museum, inside our stomaches start to feel strange from our lunch.
2:30pm - the prositutes in the windows display themselves to the passers while taping the windows and opening their doors. the women looked to be mid 40s large and used.
2:40pm - we wander the streets laughing at the sites and sounds of amsterdam....amsterdam is a circus.
2:45pm - we entered into the sex museum. lunch made the museum extra special. wax figures flashed their boobs and dicks in our face as we wandered aimlessly through the museum. each room had its on energy....some dark some bright. the walls were lined with photos of people having sex with animals, objects, people and everything you can imagine. brett and i passed bz 3 boys whom seemsed to have eaten the same lunch as us. my mind is racing at this point laughing uncontrollable at the photos and sites while trying to remain calm for the average tourist around us. we climbed the spiral staircase and saw a world of dildos and other sex toys. both fictional siyes and non. my stomach is exploding with a discusting feeling as my mind reacts to my internal needs....fear, love, joy all clashing together. to an outsider brett and i must have looked insane.
3:15pm - outside the weather is misty with gray clouds above us. brett and i pick a direction after staring at a building in the distance. our minds were bouncing off of each others linke bumper cars. circling and clashing in different spaces and times. we struggled with the decision of buzing two colorful looking sodas of fanta. these two drinks will become our friends for a while as we roam the streets of amsterdam.
3:30pm - it feels like it has been days since we ate lunch. we end up in the center square where hundreds of people are traveling in all different directions. to our left is the red light district. from the real world. the energy of the center smacked us in the face as i started to lose control over mz body. a man sits down next to brett and i.