We left the city of Berlin and were on our way to Amsterdam!
Two of Mark's friends were traveling with us. They both seemed very nice. Kenneth is from South Africa and has quite a charming accent! He also speaks 7 languages including Dutch, German, French, Arabic and several others. Mark's other friend is named Jaime, who I had previously met in Philly last summer. We stopped to grab some snacks and hit the road. Now, for those of you who have never traveled by car in Europe: Let me explain the Autobahn. Supposedly the Autobahn is the pinnacle of the German driving experience, perhaps the ultimate in driving all together. Drivers literally FLY down these freeways. There are no speedlimits and apparantly most general driving rules and regulations don't apply. Mark sailed onto the onramp and immediently reved our little Volvo up to 160 KM which is approximately 100 miles per hour. However, it wasn't the speed that bothered me. Mark was racing up behind drivers traveling at half of his speed, flashing his high beems then swerving around them. After several near panic attacks I decided that I just needed to go to sleep and hope to arrive there in one piece.
When I woke up later luckily we were all still alive. Mark was crusing at a smooth 200 KM which is about 125 MPH. I decided to keep my eyes off the speedometer and enjoy the scenery. I glanced out the windows and saw immense windmills in every direction, as far as I could see. They were absolutely amazing! I couldn't believe how advanced these sources of alternative energy were. The American's should really use this as a guide to avoid some of our excessive pollution and waste problems.
We arrived in Amsterdam about 9PM and when we showed up at Bob's Youth Hostel, I knew I was in for a real treat. Let me tell you, this place was really something. When we walked in the door there were about 15 hippies sitting around in the lobby smoking various joints, bubblers and bongs. The walls were covered in movie posters, graffiti, signatures and snapshots. This place reminded me of the Manson commune! To add to the experience, we were staying in a 16-person room with both males and females. Can you imagine!? Anyway, I tried not to let this bother me and we headed out to explore. We grabbed some dinner and then wandered down the tiny cobbelstone streets along the remarkable canals and seductive buildings. Most of the streets were filled with coffee shops, famous for selling the largest assortment and best quality of marijauna in the world. We made our rounds and sampled blueberry nugs, sour diesel, Mexican hash and fresh kief. Luckily we somehow made it back to Bob's that night and thanks to my altered state I was able to sleep soundly among 13 other strangers!