The Train to Amsterdam

So Eric and I left Prague in the evening to take an overnight train to Amsterdam. It all went fairly well, we made it on time and then as we got on, it was really hot in our cabin, so we stood in the hall and sort of looked out the window as we steamed (not a steam train) toward Germany. Well the guy in the next cabin also had the same idea and at this point there were not many people on the train yet. He was Australian and let's just say his name was Levi PartyGuy. After chatting for a bit, we went to go get food and Levi came with us.

He was convinced when people joined at the stops thereafter, they would be guests at his rager. Well we got beer and apparently we were the first guests. Another beer followed and then Levi produced a half a bottle of whisky from who knows where.

Upon talking to Eric about it the next morning, we realize that we had somehow become implicated in this party which we are sure our cabin mates who got on in Berlin were not necessarily happy about. At this point it was after midnight, but we remember talking to them anyway. They owed it to us. I remember lifting all their luggage entirely by myself...

Levi PartyGuy caused me a hangover. But I was not mad. In fact, the next morning when we arrived in Amsterdam Eric and I realized we never wrote down the address or directions to the hostel. But guess who was staying at the same place that night?

Levi saves the day!