Amsterdam, a rare moment of incomplete cloud cover. Dave bought cheese to bring home at the shop in the bottom-left corner, but it was too stinky, so it "fell" out of our hostel window.

Damrak, before the millenium.

David Feinberg and John Todd, walking the streets of Amsterdam.

The Flying Pig Hostel. What a shithole. Don't stay there.

Centraal Station, the main rail transportation hub and point around which Amsterdam is oriented.

Dave, illuminated from behind.

We tried to get a taxi back to the airport, but instead we found the Disco Bus.

I'm not so sure that "Disco" and "Bus" should go together. Our driver was singing along to the Michael Jackson DVD he had playing on an LCD screen up front.