made long. The plane ride was 40 minutes, the delay at the airport was 4 hours. EasyJet didn't have a plane for our journeyers. To compensate for this, they issued Samwise, Tatdo, and Waldoff credits for 3 Euros each. This could almost pay for a snack that Southwest airlines give for free.Arriving in Amsterdam, our travelers realized that to protect the ring, they needed to split up. So Waldoff went off to a hostel and Samwise and Tatdo headed over to the Eden American hotel. (www.edenamsterdamamericanhotel.com/). This hotel was located in Leidseplein, a district of Amsterdam. The hotel room was the typical "small as fuck" hotels popular in Europe. It is a very friendly, touristy, part of Amsterdam. From the balcony,
our travelers were privy to live music and a plethora of bars and eateries. The coffee shops in the surrounding areas were closed for the night, as it was close to 1am (bars closing at 5am) so Samwise and Tatdo were forced to merely get drunk. After a few free shots, some Murphy's Irish Red, and Tabasco sauce, the group was in a state of delirium with a mix of projectile vomiting.The next day, the two made their way to a place
to get some coffee. They couldn't find the Prancing Pony but did find a place called De Rokery. This place had a very mellow atmosphere and a decent selection of pipeweed and hash, even Old Toby. The finest weed in the South Farthing. After staging there for a few hours, Waldoff followed. It was dim and only the inane giggling of Samwise and Tatdo made Waldoff to find our travelers. After some Doner Kebabs and pancakes. They went for a canal trip in an attempt to lose Brentum. 
On the canal trip, located right outside the Eden American hotel, they saw the Heineken brewery, Anne Frank's house, some slanted houses, and the smallest house in Amsterdam, which was only a doorway thick. Also, the guy giving the tour totally started a fight with another boat and rammed into him; that was sweet.After the canal ride they met up with Perejob Took
and Merrierin Brandybuck. They went up to the travelers hotel room and relaxed, so to speak, and took off to the red light district. First thing to note abotu the red light district is that the hookers are hot as hell. Secondly, the coffee houses, at least the one we went to, was shady as hell. I don't eve n know the name of it but after uttering the words "I feel fucked up", Perejob Took pulled out a move from Don Flemenco, and went face first in the street. His friends scrambling for help, Perejob came to, and after that, the group basically had enough of Holland. The next day included some beers and relaxing.
Feeling Brentum drawing near, they decided to split up again to try and confuse Brentum. Samwise and Tatdo headed to Munich by train and the rest headed to Rome by plane.
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