Liverpool to Amsterdam, AKA How many forms of transport can you fit into a 24-hour period?

Helllloooooooo Lovelies! Our sincere apologies for not updating sooner, but we've been travelling non-stop (as you'll soon find out) and simply did not have the time. We're a hot commodity, you see...

So as you know we wrapped up Liverpool by first drinking the locals under the table, then shopping 'til we dropped. We had originally planned to party our buns off again but the tour had taken it's toll (or maybe it was the 'standard' doubles the bar served?) and decided instead to finish the day off with some fish 'n chips in the park and some wii in the Hostel's common room. The funny part is that Magnet somehow managed to party without us and the back door of the bar looked in on our common room. It was hard to resist the music, doubles and dancing on tables but we popped in a house copy of Moulin Rouge (of course!) and called it a night.

In the morning we were treated to free pancakes (what we call crepes) before catching two van cabs to the Coach station to start our 7-modes-of-transport day ultimately delivering us to Amsterdam! So here's essentially how it went down: cabs to the Coach station, coach to London, Tube to Liverpool Street station, train to the Ferry, Ferry across to Amsterdam where we caught a tram to the train station, train to another tram, then walked the several blocks to our Hostel... in the wrong direction. But we're smart and savvy and eventually figured out how the street signs worked (keep in mind this is the first city on our tour that wasn't english-speaking).

Oh, hey, have you been to Amsterdam? Turns out the houses are tall and skinny (not unlike the people) and in the 'olden days' they used ropes and a pulley system to hoist luggage and pianos etc. up to the fourth or fifth floors of the house. This system is not in place anymore, or at least wasn't available at our hostel. SO, we, as a team, lugged our approximately 80 pounds of luggage each up five flights of harrowingly narrow and winding staircases. Like I said, we did a little shopping. By the end there were Kabuki Guns strewn about and we were stepping over exhausted dancers just trying to get a shower and a clean bed!

Given all of that, we had no choice but to take a 'short nap'. 5 hours later we awoke eager to explore the notorious cafes and world-renowned red-light district, friendly people and moderately priced beer. The next day we had an intense 6-hour rehearsal preparing for 'Burlesque FreakOut' at Club 8. The show was to open with our set and then we were to model lengerie in Burlesque performances with three new up-and-coming starlets (Lola, Sophie and Faye) followed by an after-party with more performances, amazing DJing and our first ever SUPER fan (Hi James from New York!!!).

Once rehearsal was over (did we mention Marco the promoter secured us an Amsterdamian dance studio with a full wall of mirrors??? Awesome.) we headed back to the hostel to freshen up and then went back out on the town for some more exploring and, of course, more trouble!

xoxoxo