Hen's in Amsterdam

To celebrate my sister's last few weeks of freedom we ferried her (literally...with DFDS) to Amsterdam. A few shots later it was hard to tell if our legs were swaying with booze or in motion with the ship...and by the looks of others on the dance floor it was definately a bad combination of both!

The next day our hangovers were blamed, quite rightly, on sea sickness as we arrived in Deutchland to take in a greasy cafe for a much needed breakfast and a trip round 'the' district and canals. Granted after Friday's boozy antics our minds weren't exactly 'all there' for taking in the sights of Amsterdam...but at one point we were missing more than our minds...we'd only gone and lost Maxine in the Tulip market in our haste to hot foot it back to the pub! Luckly twenty minutes later and a call to her fiance back home, we found her where we'd left her and headed to the Grasshopper for refreshments!

An hour or so later we were back on the ferry for a more subdued (yet colourful) night...until we found the vibrating chair and a hairy dutchman!!!

(go to photo link for pics)