Took the train from Berlin to Amsterdam.
Utterly failed to arrange hotel accommodations between getting here. Decided to wing it.
Picked a nice sounding pub to park Heather and the luggage at and just struck up a conversation with some pensioners who were drinking and smoking outside.
Asked if they had advice for a dumb, impetuous American.
So my new buddy Dietrich called over to the hotel that was listed as “full” nearby and arranged for them to hold a room for me at a lower rate than web was showing for anything else in the area.
Bought the lads a round. Left Heather here playing D&D over her phone and the interwebs, and watching the luggage while I ambled a quarter kilometer across Haarlemmer to pay for the room and pick up our keys.
Now I back sipping on Glenmorangie and getting ready to roll our luggage over these streets.
RIP my wheels.
Finnegans Rainbow: 
