In the previous road trip report we had left Mark Vos just about to take a swim into a canal nearly taking Louie Smith with him. The fun commences. With
Falko safely packed away in the boot with the kid’s bikes and
Daniel Wedemeijer yet again trying to get the Ford Mondeo to spread its wings over the speed ramps (to Falko’s delight) we make our way back into the red light district to decamp at our base for the evening. A quick outing to Hill Street Blues and the local supermarket to gather supplies (munchies and more herbal remedies) we all stomp back to Falkos to chill out with some tunes. How someone didn’t go tits up on the stairs to Falkos flat over the duration of the visit I really don’t know. Talk about steep, I thought we were going to need oxygen masks the first time trying to negotiate them!
With the team suitably baked we make our way out onto the streets of the Red light district to experience Amsterdam at night. One of the things about Amsterdam and its many canals to the untrained eye is one street can look very much like another, resulting in the