Craig Atkinson

Spent the day walking around just trying to get my bearings straightened out. I enjoyed the sights and found a cheap hostel by mid-afternoon. It was just three rooms with 15 or so people in each above an Irish Bar just a few blocks from Centraal station and a few blocks from the Red Light district. I think most of the hostelers were British over for the weekend to smoke some pot and woop it up in the bars and sex shops.

Bartender / Hostelier: “Can you give me your name and passport number” said in a heavy Scot accent
Me: “Sure here let me write it down”
Bartender: “Oh okay thanks … are you British?”
Me: “No Canadian”
Bartender: “Ohhhh sorry!! Ok here you go”
Me (to myself): “Did he just offend me there or is it supposed to be a good thing?!?”

And true to their word, most of the people were coming and going through all hours of the night and still sleeping when I left at 9am in the morning. But it was a decent bed and a cheap spot to crash.