Day 3 begins modestly, around the halfway point, with coffee and orange juice and it’s another cracking day weather-wise. Apparently there aren’t many sunny days in Amsterdam throughout the year, but it looks like this party has hit all three of them. The flight home is not until around 5 pm, so there is no need to rush about giving them time for a bit more sightseeing (and a few beers in the sunshine of course!). The stag party end up in one of the main parks, which is nice and peaceful giving the lads the opportunity to lie in the sun, have a middle-aged nap or two and to reflect on this Amsterdam jam.
At around 3 pm, the stag calls time by putting the golden top hat in the recycle bin, signalling the end of the stag weekend. Its time to get this stag back home. Back to his fiance, back where it’s safe. The journey back is even quicker, 45 minutes and is easier (and cheaper) than getting around the UK on public transport.
In the following day or two whilst getting into bed, his fiance noticed some bruising had appeared around his lower back. Naturally, there were some questions asked, but as we all know; whatever happens on a stag do, has to stay on the stag do. The lads know the story, and so do the girls from the Banana Bar.
The postcard from the Banana Bar is still stuck to the fridge this very day. Hung as a reminder of what it’s like to be a single man and of a stag-do which these guys will never forget.
