Herrings, hash, and hussies
Got up late this morning. My circadian clock is still set to PST, I think. We dashed on our clothes and headed up to the dam so Dan could get his money (and he is blessed with victory). While he handles business, I trotted around Dam Square where carnival rides are spinning their gears in front of the royal palace. Across the street, pigeons and tourists flocked to the war memorial, so I did. While standing there, Busta Rhymes' tour bus pulls up and ten or fifteen bizness associates pour out looking bored with it all.