I'm still alive and in Amsterdam, where it's apparently impossible to find a internecafe that lets you use your memory card, so no pictures today.
it took me about 1 1/2 hours and a mild sunburn to get a lift from Enschede, not to mention, that I changed my position two times. Finaly a frood called Wender van Mansfeld gave me a lift to Amsterdam. He's working as a security consultant for a big firm but, as it turns out, still roots for the thiefs in heist movies, because they do the same as he does, just in reverse.
On my arival in Amsterdam i took a bed in a Hostel. I shared a room with two guys. One, a backpacker on the search for the best weed, the other a student from canada who, on his own account, is a "experienced mushroom tripper"
more on Amsterdam later, as my internet time is coming to a rapid end.
Im now on my way south to Calais