The Day After The World Cup Final

So Holland lost and Amsterdam sobbed. I've never seen a place so busy and yet so quiet. From the looks of things they were very unlucky to have lost but never the mind we've all got our health. The day before that we explored the city and saw all the tourist attractions.... yes including the Red Light District. It's a bit surreal here with all these scandally clad women in windows and the constant smell of marijuana and people looking more thunderstormed then ever. That night as we were making our way back to our Houseboat, the wind picked up and an almighty storm swept all over the city. we were forced to take shelter and ran into some kind of party/pub. None of them spoke english but just laughed at how wet we were and said "refugees!" We sniggled politely and walked in. We sat down and tried to mop all the dampness off ourselves with our clothes and after a while decided we might aswell grab a beer. We spoke to the guy and he said "your not suppose to be here, would you mind leaving?" we laughed, apologized to the arsehole, shrugged it off and ran to find some other shelter. The rain didn't budge so we looked at each other and decided to run for it, we were drenched anyway. When we got back we both couldn't sleep that night so at about 3am we decided to go for a walk, now the rain had stopped. That turned out to be short lived as it was pretty eerie. We woke up the next morning and just slept through the day and chilled out on our lovely houseboat as we knew we were not going to get many more chances to do this, this year. Finally the evening snuck up on us and people were raring themselves up for the world cup final. We decicded to watch the game with 250,000 people but it was so busy and with a fight breaking out every 10 minutes we decided to leave at half time and go back into the city. The game ended and everyone seemed very dejected so we trotted back home for our last night on our boat.
Amsterdam is nice, it's a very beautiful, environmentally friendly city with the thousands upon thousands of bikes. (even if it seems their government is run by a few hedonistic chaps) Anyway we're off to Hamburg today and Berlin the following.

First Night In Bruges

So we've just finished our first night in Bruges and already have to leave. Bruges is gorge by the way. yesterday was a bit of a mish as we missed our Eurostar train to Brussels so we got really use to waiting around and talking crap for hours. We also found that foreign countries are useless at commincating whislt using their transportation. We went out last night and had a bloody good time time but we're pretty hungover and the keys on the keyboard have been jumbled around. (very funny you free loading traveller) anyway must go... on to Amsterdam today and we need to start building ourselves up for sundays world cup final. cheerio!

So a while has past since my last my last blog and in that time I have been and gone to Gran Canaria, driven up to scotland into the highlands and booked my interrailing ticket round Europe. There is now only two months til im off on my ventures and I've already started planning my route round Europe where our first port of call will possibly be Bruge and carry on clockwise round but I will explain more as I go, as everything is subject to change. I've put off travellin' too long now and it's time I got a small taste of it. Me and my friend plan to do a month of interrailing and then if we're not content on going home after that, then we'll pick the country we most desire and stay out a further month. Things are good at the moment. plans have been made and dates have been set.... Roll on July 9th 2010

Two Weeks Today

Hello one and all. I thought I would update my travel log as I have some good news. Over the past week or so, me and my friends have been trying to organise some sort of mini trip away for a few days to celebrate our friends' 21st. Our initial thought was Dublin, Ireland. I went there last year in January and thought it was a great city to getaway to, if a little expensive. And although we went in January (as it was far cheaper) we found it was as cold as the devils lonely heart. So given the current predicament of how cold it is here, we all talked about it and decided maybe (as we are still in March) we should go somewhere warmer. So my friend did some research and found a great holiday resort in Gran Canaria. After some more talking of who would be able to come we booked it A.S.A.P. So this time in two weeks, we shall be making our way there for a whole week of sun, sand and debauchery!

P.S. That's not me in Gran Canaria... I was in Majorca.

Hello, Bonjour, Guten Tag, Konnichi wa, Hola, Annyong haseyo...etc

Hello and welcome to my blog. Thats me in the picture! This is really more of a way to update my friends and family of my goings on and to vent some of my issues and ideas that I have floating around in my head, though everyone is more than welcome to participate on my blog. Although some of you may know that my real name is not Bob, it is in fact Jason, this will be the name I will be going under during my travelling days. It's a nickname I've had since a kid and is also in relevance to the name Bob Dylan. Along with many others, his lyrical genius is the core structure for my lust for life and it only seems fitting to go back to my nickname whilst on my travels. Anyway I'll keep you posted with any adventures or happenings, though Ireland is possibly the nearest event which shall be in March.