random amsterdam...

went out with jackson to celebrate the wonderful weather. started with a few beers in 'vondelpark' (except in dutch 'v' is pronounced as an 'f' - i'll let you figure it out). two very normal innocent aussies in red...

stuck in the extreme oddities of amsterdam that never fail to baffle me. as the evening progressed, and we minded our own falafels, we couldn't help noticing zany zombies stunning the streets...

funky haired dudes chilling in the clubs...

and backless lacey cat-woman suits dancing the stages...

so when these two ultra-happy polish people - michael and anya - approached us in the aussie bar and offered us vip passes to club 'escape', it didn't seem out-of-the-ordinary at all.

seemed like a pretty good deal, in fact. skipped the mile long queues and the 15 euro entry.

tried to keep up the smiles for as long as they were (although we didn't have the same substance assistance)...

which is obviously what is necessary to fully appreciate these bleary views and the brilliance behind the sound of 'funky house'.