Home

So I'm home. And though it's been almost days days, I'm still fucking impressed by the Hollish and their biking ability. Paul was able to ride a crappy bike, hold a bear, AND open my bear (and these aren't twist off), I just held the beer out while we were biking, and bam, it was open. Then he opened his own. Now remember, this is while drunk and holding his own beer, biking at a responable speed.

We went out to a club that night (bikes there, so cool). Mayo got the Canadians a rep of hittig on anything that movied. I know it was Mayo and not me because like most clubs, I spent most of my time walking around outside waiting for the evening to end.

We went back, drank more, I went to sleep at 4, then at 5 I woke up and a crazy dutch male was spooning with me, and Liesa was tickling my feet, and Mayo was stumbling around the room drunk. Later on in the morning I noticed the staires were broken.

Basically slept the next day, went to Brussells, slept in the airport, there was a phsycotic Syrian guy there, he made me uncmfortable. In the morning we all re-united, turns out they had 2 to 1 bets that Aaron and I wouldn't make it. We flew home, and, yeah.

See you guys soon!