The morning is sadly given to searching for new accommodation. We decide to head to the Tourist Office, but on the way out of the hotel, ask reception if they've had any cancellations. They haven't - but they know a hotel with vacancies. We walk there, only to find that they're full the following night - but we could try the hotel behind. The last place is noticeably cheaper, without actually being so - in fact they charge £60/night. Since they have two nights available, we decide to risk it, despite not being able to see a room until later. They're friendly enough and it saves wasting time.

We decide to go on a boat tour, to pick up some information and get orientated. Unfortunately they're about £5 each, which we're not prepared to pay for an hour's trip. A futile search for a cheaper company later, we give up and pay up. The trip is interesting, although annoyingly in five languages. Random fact: apparently houses in Amsterdam are so narrow that, when occupants move in or out, their furniture is hoisted by a hook from the roof, up to windows.

Upon return, I spot a sex museum. Iain puts up surprisingly token resistance (I think he's secretly intrigued), and for £1.50 each, we decide to learn... It's actually quite dull, as after a while you just get bored by naked photos. Not a huge amount of information but some (unintentionally) comical bits. Disturbing room full of sexual perversions. Pretty distasteful altogether and enough to put one off being curious about the porn industry. Whilst apparently legal, sexy it is not.

[A burger bar vending machine.]

We go for a wander, and have lunch in a bakers. Cheapest food around (until we spot the McDonalds) and fairly tasty. Big cakes. Good stuff. Walk up one of the main shopping areas, towards (but not into) the Red Light District. Not noticeably seedy, but certainly distinct cannabis smells around. We find ourselves in a big square, with the National Monument and a Palace. It's temporarily holding a gay venue, and has lost its atmosphere. We head for the Anne Frank House, but the queues are too big and we decide to return early tomorrow.

We return to the hotel and fall asleep for a couple of hours. The room definitely isn't worth what we're paying (we later find out from brochures that it's usually £40), and is about as small as it could get, but it'll suffice. We drag ourselves up to go out for dinner, and walk to an Italian down the road. We've decided this is all we can afford, as the hotel bills are mounting up. Pretty nice dinner and we sleep early.