We got really really fucked over on the train because no one could tell us that the train going to Amsterdam was delayed. It was a shuffle from one station to another. It was a surprise that Henrik and I didn't kill each other along the way. I never felt so lost in my entire life. To make the cake more sweeter, some child puked behind us and it was so smelly. Gross!
To top it off, getting to the beach hostel via bus was a bitch. We didn't know which stop to get off at. The lighthouse square stop was a nightmare. The only consolation was getting our own room with a decent shower. And of course, the beach!!!
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