I must write down title ideas before I forget them

So.. waking up early after almost no sleep because you have been visiting the porcelain gods and all his cousins during the night is not a pleasant experience... seriously... Anyway I managed to somehow survuive the ordeal and have come out of the experience a better person... okay fine, I came out of the experience an ill person. Having to force bacon down your throat during an early breakfast because you know that it will be good for you still doesn't make it feel any better while you are adoing it. Good lord, and I LIKE bacon... Oh well.

Anyway, our day was to start off with a bike ride through a village (town?) called Edam. That was fun until a sudden crack of thunder followed by a rainstorm from hell. So now we are all soaking wet and having to take the bikes back. Oh the bikes. Wow. Okay I will admit it was fun using the bikes but damn, no brakes? Well not normal ones anyway. You have to do this weird back pedaling thing. Honestly, its amusing and all but brakes go on the handlebars. It's just sensible. Otherwise you confuse the tourists and wonder why they keep crashing into each other... or maybe that's the point. Perhaps the Dutch are all secretly laughing at all the tourists... hmm.

Well that's all besides the point. After the bike ride we were deposited back in Amsterdam for some sight seeing. Wow, are Dutch people messed up. When, in the space of one afternoon in one city you can visit a sex museum, a torture museum and an actual museum you know there is something wrong. And before I get onto the more esoteric museums. For those of you who have read Discworld... SUCK IT! I got to see the actual Nightwatch painting by Rembrandt. Mwahahaha, feel my awesomeness. I even got some postcards of it to keep.

Now, the ones that people want. The sex and torture museum (she has determined that I should talk about the sex musueum first, dirty mind on that one...). The sex museum was... odd. Some of the stuff was hilarious, some was mildly disturbing while the rest was basically looking at someone else's porn collection... while a bunch of other people are there with you... Yeeaaaaa... no. One of the more entertaining pieces had to be the chastity belt with the hole at the crotch. Now, while that might seem like it was defeating the purpose of the belt, I should mention that the hole was serrated with spikes. And the even more entertaining thing? There was another one at the torture museum.

Now the torture museum was a special one. It quite clearly shows you just how disturbing humanity is. How the hell did someone come up with the various things in that place? I'm rather used to dodgy and weird stuff but even I was mildly disturbed in that place... In another story I can now explain torture in roleplaying games much better... And they say 20 (something) year olds don't appreciate museums. I'm sure my players will...

We rounded off the evening with some dinner courtesy of her family that was in the Netherlands. And may I just say, bacon pancake with syrup on it... nom nom nom. We then decided to catch a tram back to the hotel... which would have been fine had we been standing at the correct tram station. How were we supposed to know that there was another tramstation with the same name around the corner? Quite a way around the corner for that matter. Anyway, we made it back to the hotel in one piece and managed to turn in for an early night... which didn't actually start until about midnight... don't ask...

Score:
Me: 2
Her: 2