I traveled to the Netherlands in late June of 2015 to meet a few of my friends who were already in the middle of a European backpacking trip. The plan was to spend several days with them in Amsterdam before heading off solo to Tbilisi, Georgia, but due to unforeseen circumstances that arose from the Pit of Despair (aka JFK airport) my trip to Amsterdam was cut very short and plagued by jetlag, so I didn't get to enjoy it anywhere as much as I hoped. I put up a valiant effort, but nearly all of my energy went towards fighting the urge to fall asleep in public. Anyway, here's my story of how that all went. (I will reach out to my friends to get more information to fill this page).