I’ve been putting off writing about Amsterdam
because, well, because I guess I don’t really remember all that much. To be expected, noh?Let me try.
I got off the train and thought, err, is it just me or is
everyone here a bit wwwweird.
And then I remembered oh yeah,
weed is totally legal and everyone is stoned, welcome to Amsterdam. It was everything I thought it would be,
the “coffee
shops” that sell weed in every
way, shape and form: brownies, cookies, by the gram, pre-rolled, jooo name it.
People sitting around listening to music, ssshmokin, chilling out, laughing, being happy, it’s great. There were “smart
shops” where you could buy
seeds, mushrooms, truffles, all sorts of little gifts from mother nature. Then
there was the red light district, yeah it’s for real. Long streets with half naked girls
standing behind glass windows lined with red lights: curtain closed means
occupied, red light means it’s a girl, blue light means it’s a lady-boy (yeah I looked closely enough to realise this,
not advisable) and a red and blue light means S&M and they leave all their,
umm, props, out next to them for you to look at, good lord.
I dabbled in a little of pretty much
everything that Amsterdam had to offer, except for the hookers… when in
Amsterdam RIGHT? The most interesting being the live sex show. Yeah, that was pretty funny.
I made a friend from California who was very
naughty indeed and the MAIN instigator of all things trippy. He was hugely
entertained by me, apparently I’m heaps funny when I’m shroomy, yeeeah go on. He was egging me on some kind of chronic, in his state he decided to
completely spoil me (regret.com?) buying me the world’s most epic fluffy panda
hat(pics to come soon), lunch, dinner, a canal cruise, a ridiculous tshirt that, at the time, we both decided I absolutely HAD to have, amongst many other completely, outrageously unnecessary items that seemed like a GREAT idea at the time. Think he may have got the raw end of the deal, or, did he? I mean he got some WORLD class entertainement and six hours of hysterical laughter out of me, fair trade?
Okay, let me break the rest down
Anne Frank’s House
Bike tour around the city
Vonderbijl park
Windmills
Tulips
Sex shops, everywhere
Cheese, lots of cheese
Von Gogh
Canals, bridges aaand houseboats.
Spongebob onesies, friendly cats, brownies, hamburger vending machines at 4am (?) aaaand of course, the CLOGS.
Yeah, that was Amsterdam, what a fun place , pics to come soon.
