I took this at the bar of the Winston in the Red Light District in Amsterdam.  The Winston is also a hostel and hotel where I stayed for the second half of my journey.  When I showed up, it was happy hour — 2 for 1 Stellas.  Immediately I knew I would get attached and share a special bond with this place, which is exactly what happened.  That is, until I woke up one morning, stepped out of my room, and saw a puke smeared, putrid smelling hallway that wasn’t cleaned up for hours.  At that point I knew I was ready to come home.

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