The nightbus
So it’s 5 in the morning, the entourage, 8 strong, that you left campus with, has now dwindled to a measly 3. Your head’s spinning, the canals begin to look like a pretty decent place to swim, and what’s left of your group is about to start a fight with a bouncer because they pestered the DJ to play ‘House every weekend’ for a good 23 and a half minutes. You have a few options. Either you did the smart thing and went by bike, or you get ripped off by a seedy taxi driver askin