Getting to Amsterdam (Part I)...
We set off early to Amsterdam having walked to Bremen station. Bremen is actually quite a nice place but we were glad to be on our way to the city of sin. Well I was. Ben had his doubts. The journey was to take us 6 hours (!) mainly due to the fact we had to change trains at Duisberg and there was a long gap between trains. It did mean we managed to have a look around Duisberg though and grab a bite to eat. But for future reference please file under hell hole. We won't be going back.
Hanko (Hi Hanko!) sent me an SMS saying that he would meet us at Amsterdam Centraal Station (bless his little cotton socks) with his friend Glenn (more of him later). They were running a couple of minutes late which gave Ben and I a chance to take in the surroundings. And I don't think Ben was impressed. "Dirty, smelly and threatening" was his first impression (this was to change as time went by I'm pleased to say).
We were staying at the Inntel just across the road from the Cuckoo's Nest - and 15 minutes after arriving at the station I was checked in to the hotel and had a beer in my hand swaggering around the Cuckoo Nest's Cellar Room. No point in wasting time, eh? As it was the first time I had ever meet Hanko (despite chatting on gaydar, e-mail and SMS for some 6 months) we started to get to know one another. And we soon found that we are cut from the same cloth. The same template too. Maybe even made with the same needle and thread. We have a similar relaxed attitude to life, love and sex. Needless to say we got on like a house on fire.