More clubbing and the yanks sausage

The next day was a write off, we were hungover and tired we slept in most of the day only surfacing to grab breakfast and tea.

There was a yank staying in our room who had always got in after us and was always asleep during the day. He eventually woke and turns out this guy partys to hard, he was well into his clubs. He had stayed in holland for a while studying so when holland played he sported his orange shirt , it had a lion on the front and when they scored he pulled his flap and it had a picture of the lion roaring, he roared loudly and we all giggled. He showed us a picture of what he ate for breakfast, it was the biggest hotdog sausage ever, he had to have two people help him hold it to get a decent picture of it!

Copey and i ate at a restaurant next to the hostel , this place had tables and chairs that small that the smurfs could of used them. We looked through the menu and they had bulls balls on it! Nice. We ordered a mixed grill for two people and munched down on our meat feast, some meat wasnt anything we recognised so maybe we did have some balls of some kind!

We went back to the cocktail place where we were the night before, the waiter recognised us and came chatting to us ignoring most of the other people. He was like tim nice but dim, he wanted to travel europe so was quizzing us on places. Copey wanted to get smashed so asked for the strongest cocktail, it wasnt on the menu, it was called a devils end , it was super strong and tasted of aniseed, yuck i went for the safer options as i didnt want to get smashed. We had a fair few more drinks there tipped the waiter and headed to the boats. It was saturday night and it was heaving, we went to a boat that was like a hanger, they charged us to get in. Oh my god this place was full of 18 year olds, man i felt old, we had a beer and headed out. The music consisted of two local rappers up on the stage on the second level, not my scene. we left but couldnt get in any others as the queues where massive, it was 2 am at this point, we stumbled accross some people from our hostel so i left copey with them and i headed back, i was too old for 2 late nights on the trot and it looked like no one was getting in anyway. I walked with a dutch lad, i was telling him about the first club, he said sounds right up my street and he was off to it. I walked back alone, luckily vidic was at the world cup so i didnt get murdered on the way back.