You know where this is going don't you?Actually Wasteland is great. But in many ways, getting there was actually more fun than being there.For a start... we got a great deal on a fantastic hotel - the Pulitzer on the Prinsengracht, right in the centre of the city.And we had a night in town before hand, so although it was tipping down, we had a few beers and dinner on Spuistraat, and a nostalgic wander through the red light district, which is always fun, though now you can buy everything they sell. During the frequent times when Victoria was out late at work, and they were alone, she was able to coax him out of his self imposed shell to be the amazingly engaging person that she knew he could be. They spent hours discussing and debating a myriad variety of topics, as well as continuing his ongoing tutelage in the finer culinary arts, or in the many intricacies of financial trading. She came to more fully appreciate his genuine kindness and wit. Of even more importance to her however was. ‘There are two main streets in Down, both about two miles long or so.’ Matt scratched his head. ‘So do I just keep going down this road?’ ‘Yeah, I’ll tell you when to turn.’ Michelle was a rather attractive girl when you hadn’t just witnessed her vomiting all over your shoes. Her hair was long, blonde, and flowing, cascading down her shoulders in a ridiculously eloquent manner as she lay in the back seat. Her face seemed chiseled, as though much work had been put in to the way she looked, every. All my thoughts were drifting, then mixing with thoughts of Amber. I was losing my sharpness of purpose. I couldn’t care less. I closed my eyes and thought of everything through the colored glass that was Amber. All of if it was haphazardly more beautiful. Such delicious randomness. ‘I’m ready,’ Amber announced as she came back out. Shorts, tennis shoes and a t-shirt that fit a bit more snugly. ‘Let’s see if the river is still flowing,’ I said, standing and taking her hand. We headed out,.