Although, it didn't take me long to adjust to the dark hedonism of the place - where day runs into night and night runs back into day. I blinked, and a week had passed me by. I could count my few remaining brain cells on one hand. When I arrived in Amsterdam, I was expecting mad craziness beyond comprehension. What I found was just that.
Bicycles are everywhere in Amsterdam Amsterdam is known as the world's most tolerant city.
Name it, and it's probably legal. Mass consumption of the good-time condiments is the national pasttime, where a typical day for those willing to shed responsibility and inhibition most likely will be anything but typical. My weeklong festival of debauchery is a foggy recollection at best. With the aid of my poor penmanship in a beer stained journal, here is a recreation of an Amsterdam day much like all the others. I awoke unusually early - around 1pm.