European Bus Ride

Okay, I shall try and trace back this weekend as best I can, as such, I will retell everything I remember in increments. First, the night bus leaving Thursday 20:00 to Paris from Amsterdam:
From the second we got on the bus, I knew we weren't in Amsterdam (or at least not for very long) anymore. The driver was a Frenchman, and though you could tell that he spoke English, he didn't make much of an attempt. There weren't any issues with getting on or tickets--we sat in the front and best maneuvered ourselves into sleepable positions. We made two stops in the Netherlands, the Hague (Den Hague) and Rotterdam. The Rotterdam stop story has risen to legendary proportions. As you can infer from what I already mentioned about the bus driver, he was an asshole. There were a bunch of people getting on the bus at Rotterdam, including a family, though I'm not sure of their relation. Anyway, one of them (a guy 20s maybe) had a box, like a package, the kind you'd see at the post office, but the bus driver wouldn't accept it as his baggage. They got into this spat outside the bus--the driver wasn't having it, not on the bus, not in the baggage area. So this guy storms off as the rest of his family boards the bus really peeved. From what I could understand, the bus driver warned the family that he was leaving in 2 minutes, with or without the rest of their party. The kinds of cursing that must've been going on, damn I didn't know French could be so hardcore! Anyway, the bus starts taking off, without the other dude, and as we pull up to a traffic light, we see the dude wandering around, now with the package open, revealing a heart-shaped, white frosted cake! Of all the things that I could've possibly imagined in the box, a cake was not one of them. He was just walking around with this cake in his hand as the bus was driving away. He didn't know what to do (I have no idea why he didn't just throw it out). Finally he just went up to a man on a bicycle who had ridden up to cross the street and handed it to him (the man on the bicycle looked so confused). Then he ran up to the bus and got on! Everyone on the bus was laughing and cheering, this one obnoxious American girl even ran up to take a picture! That was 2 hours into the trip!

The rest of the bus ride was okay, Jeremy, Julia, and I didn't sleep much, but Ashley took an ambien and passed out. We were in Paris by 6 in the morning. And that's where the saga continues....