...that pretty much it. Rotterdam sucks Balls. No, not the bar, actual Testicacles.
From there we went to the Hook of Holland to catch our ferry. We had many hours to kill, but the sheep there went "mheeee". We tried to eat in a local place but the people inside had tattoos. So we went to another local place with a nice lady who ran the bar. We relaxed. We took it ee-ee-zay. At least it got Jeremy's out of our heads. We saw a very dirty advertisement for iced cream on the way to the immaculate cabin of our ferry. Campion finished his book. We also had Cornish Pasties. These were good.
We looked forward, finally, to a good night of sleep. This is what we got. No, thats a lie. Neither of us slept that well. But we should have.
Dank je wel Lauuwra e Hooland,
Goord e Campijon
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