On My Own

Chip's train left at 5:40, as mentioned previously, so he scheduled a wake up call for 4:30. We got back to the hotel around 3:30, and I wasn't able to sleep, so I watched the clock as it ticked by to 4:41 instead. I woke Chip up, only to find out the clock in the room was about 20 min fast, and it was really 4:20. I felt bad for waking him up early. I stayed up a while longer, unable to sleep, but finally jacked off and dozed. Woke up around 11, pulled my stuff together, and started the trek to the B&B that Chip booked for me. Mapquest tells me that the journey should take 40 min by foot, so I imagine I wasn't much longer than that. I only got lost a couple times; the Streetwise map that Trick 3 gave me on Saturday was priceless. It even helped some lost French girls (who I did not sneeze on) find their way to the place they were circling, because it had a lot of the smaller side streets.

Where everything in the US is laid out in a rough grid, everything in Amsterdam is laid out in a rough ball of yarn. I did finally find my way to the small, unmarked building containing the Barangay, and got shown to my room. It was lovely. Top floor, big bed, stairs to climb for when I got bored. The young gent who checked me in even had an adapter for my computer...except that the power cord on my laptop finally died. Not terribly important, as I brought my phone, and they had wifi at the hotel. Except we couldn't get onto the network. They also have a computer for guest use on the second floor, so I checked email with that. Good thing, too, as there was an email from the Pharm tech company that had hired me the other week, wanting me to come back. I let them know I would be back in town next week, and I would love to work with them again.

Overcame my anxiety about having the Perfect Vacation and decided to just wander the town....naturally, 3 blocks away, I ran into Juergen and Josemar again. :-)) We walked around for a while, shopped a bit, then they decided to stay until evening and show me around town. They had a rental car that they were going to take to Belgium, but first we had to find it. A lot of visiting Amsterdam is getting lost, apparently. Once we finally found the car at Sixt "The Spirit of Mobility," Juergen couldn't get the car, because they required a credit card, driver's license, and passport. Fortunately, Josemar just happened to have all of those on him. Then they started us on the wrong car, so we had to go back for more paperwork. Finally got to the gate, where it asked for a ticket. As the honking cars piled up behind us, I ran inside to ask about it. Whoops! He had forgotten to give us the ticket we needed to get out. Spirit of Mobility indeed.

We drove to the Homomonument, which is the Dutch memorial for gay holocaust victims. I found it touching. They've evidently been having something of a problem with some Muslim immigrants and homophobic violence. Some guys were attacked, so they had a fashion show to raise funds and awareness. Then the models were pulled off the runway at the show, also by immigrants. Finally, they had a rally at the Homomonument, and the mayor, who is a lesbian, said "to the Muslim community in front of everyone "You've all been saying that this was isolated individuals, and not your community as a whole. But none of you have spoken up against what happened. You came to our country. If you don't like our culture, get the fuck out!" I think I'm in love.

They took me to one of the gay streets, and to an Indonesian restaurant. Juergen had eaten Indonesian food a while ago and hated it, but his tastes had been changing, so he went to a place. It was okay. Not really worth the 15 Euro I spent, but Juergen was happy. Swung by SoHo, which was a 1920'sish looking bar, just across from Taboo. We were close enough on the patio that I finally accessed wifi and was able to check in. I was really looking forward to checking in all over Amsterdam, but not enough to incur roaming charges. They drove me back to the hotel, and continued their journey onto Belgium. It was about 9pm, so I checked email again, updated my journal, showered and headed out.

Adam Tammaro had suggested The Web, so that was my first stop. Most of the bars here have a 1 drink minimum, presumably because otherwise folks would use them as free cruising grounds. It was okay. The inside was small, the cruising area upstairs was a series of small closets. I blew a very handsome guy, and made out with him, but he declined to fuck me. Feh. I had intended to go to The Eagle, Club Fuxx (formerly the Cockring), maybe Argos, but I spotted The Cuckoo's Nest on my way. I had read a poor review of the place somewhere, so I considered not going in, but figured I was here, so I might as well check it out. Met a cute older couple from Ft. Lauderdale, but they were pretty clearly not into me at all. Walked downstairs and was almost immediately picked up by an attractive man who looked like a taller version of Matt McMann. We went into his closet-space, I blew him. He was huge. Probably about 7-8 long, and one of, if not *the* thickest I've ever even seen. He wasn't really into fucking, but said he wanted to fuck me. Awwwww. :-) Fucked me against the wall of the cubicle for a while, and I finally just invited him back to my hotel. His name is John, and he's originally from Turkey. I um...imagine it was okay to bring boys back. Easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission, at any rate. We fucked all night long....a good 4 hours? 5 hours? Fun times, except that 1) he wouldn't kiss me, because I blew him after he fucked me. Um...if I'm clean enough to suck your dick after, I should be clean enough for you to kiss me. and 2) he wanted me to relax as much as possible. It's fine, it's just a little boring after a while. He was also obsessed with showering, and did so twice, even though the sex gods were smiling on me and I was 100% spic and span the whole 4+ hour fuck fest.

I had a brief worry about him being some kind of thug who fucks boys then robs them blind, so I didn't sleep well, but I did sleep.