As part of a get-to-know-your-tourmates activity, the tour manager asked us to write down our names, where we’re from, what we most want to see and also to identify our dating status by using traffic signals. Red means taken, green means available and orange means a middle of the road/could go either way.
I’ll spare you the details of the evening and skip to the next day, as we had about 4 hours to explore Amsterdam before heading out to the next location. Amsterdam and I had a mixed relationship. The first night was a great outing, despite the fact that I spilled food on my beige shorts (one of only 4 pairs I brought).
There’s something almost magical about crossing the English Channel on a ferry akin to a cruise ship, with the white cliffs of Dover behind me. Seriously, the ferry has a games room and a food court. Although I’m moving forward towards Calais – in France – I’ll take a look back at the experience in London.
I can't sleep. Looking around, it appears as though I'm somehow one of the few, unless they're pretending to sleep like I did for what seems like hours on end. I left Halifax around 12:30am local time, and magically 3 hours later sunrise happened.