Oh sit right back and enjoy a tale, a tale of a faithful trip, that started from Houston Tex-as and crossed the At-lan-tic. We landed in Schipol early that morn', com-ing from Detroit. Three passengers set sail that day for a 12 hour layover, a 12 hour layover. Withdrawling cash was kinda rough, Camille was not deterred. A train ride with a couple crazy Brits flirting with a girl demure. The train pulled into the station of this famous city of sin with: A canal boat, the red light district, (which surprisingly, had girls at 3), an Amstel light, dam square, and the flower market! That's all we did in Amsterdam.
..In case you didn't pick up on it, setting our 12 hour layover to the tune of Gilligan's isle was the only way I could find to make our layover in Amsterdam interesting. Im glad we went into town (because sitting in the airport for 12 hours would have been mind-numbing), and maybe it was the jet lag, maybe it's because of how exciting the prospects of our future adventures are, but everyone just seemed to be welmed with our AMS experience. My favorite part was the flower market south of town. Lots of pretty flowers and bulbs in every color you could imagine. On to Cairo! (After the least efficient plane boarding process fathomable of course)
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