Ok, ok, y´all have twisted my arm... and I have nearly 3 hours before my bus to Olomouc(sounds like "puce"... I think).
Where was I? Oh, yes, Northern Ireland. Ok, well, I flew from Belfast to Amsterdam to meet up with my brother, Shane. I can´t tell you how excited I was about that!
Anyway, he caught me on the way to my hostel, and once I got checked-in, we hit the town. We took a bicycle cab to the apparently famous club Melkweg (not that anyone I know has heard of it, but whatever), where we met a young British couple we hung out with for the rest of the night. Ahh, quality time with my brother. =p
The next day we stumbled out of our beds to go check out the museums around town (Rijiksmuseum, Van Gogh), then went back for a siesta. Later in the evening we went to Anne Frank´s House... very interesting. That night was an early night for us... and we would need that.
The next morning we went out for pancakes... well, really just one enormous pankcake each, both with bananas (mine with chocolate sauce). Yum! Afterwards we went our separate ways, Shane to fly to Spain, and me to work my way there by bus.
I took the overnight bus from there to Bordeaux, and spent an exciting day doing laundry (cant be stinky ALL the time =p ) and wandering around a bit, then caught another night bus to Pamplona.
Where I arrived at 3am, and much to my consternation, not at the bus station (apparently Eurolines has a small phobia of them... not always, but enough to make it a pain). So instead of meeting up with Shane again (who was actually waiting for me at the bus station), I ended up taking a nap on a park bench, until it got to cold (even with my sheet and poncho) at 6am, and decided to wander around and (unsuccessfully) search for Shane´s hostel. Luckily he had planned to meet me again at the bus station, that I had found in my wanderings, at 10.
The goings on of Pamplona are so extensive, I think I shall write this in their own separate entry.
