The journey to Amsterdam was stressful from the beginning. We decided to walk to Hamburg train station, but we underestimated how long it would take. We thought it would take about 30-45mins but it was 1hr of power-walking, bright and early on a crisp Saturday morning after only a few hours of sleep. We got to the station in the nick of time, and luckily the train was slightly delayed, otherwise, we definitely would have missed it. I was so glad for this failure of German efficiency.
A visit to Amsterdam cannot be devoid of sex and marijuana. Of course we visited the Red Light District, it was OK, not too dirty, just ladies standing behind red windows. We only saw one guy walk into a window, and he got jeered by the other bystanders. When we were walking out of the district, we saw this Asian grandfather walking in the opposite direction, speaking to some policeman, we overheard the policeman giving him instructions on how to properly buy a prostitute. Gabby and I kept staring at the grandfather, when he noticed our turned heads, he called out to us, "Would you like to show us the way?" Ugh
A visit to Amsterdam cannot be devoid of sex and marijuana. Of course we visited the Red Light District, it was OK, not too dirty, just ladies standing behind red windows. We only saw one guy walk into a window, and he got jeered by the other bystanders. When we were walking out of the district, we saw this Asian grandfather walking in the opposite direction, speaking to some policeman, we overheard the policeman giving him instructions on how to properly buy a prostitute. Gabby and I kept staring at the grandfather, when he noticed our turned heads, he called out to us, "Would you like to show us the way?" Ugh
Amsterdam Red Light District
I've been longing to have a hash brownie ever since JJ told me about Monica/Lucy/Amani's experience last year. I was a bit worried about the effects since it was my first time taking any drugs, so I halved with Gabby at the coffee shop opposite our hostel. It was quite yummy, like mint-choc cake. Then we went back to our hostel and waited for the effects to kick in. We waited and waited. An hour later I still didn't feel any different. It was 11pm by then, I was tired so I went to bed. Quite disappointing that my first weed experience happened in my sleep.
And romance? Unexpectedly, Amsterdam was so with its many canals, bridges and bikes. It looks like Venice! I think it would be romantic to take boat ride on the canals on a sunny day.
Amanda disliked Amsterdam from the beginning, "It's the most touristy place I've been to!" she complained. She also complained about how the smell of marijuana pervaded the city. She abhorred at how this city is famous for its sex industry and lenient drugs policy. During my time there, I liked Amsterdam: it was refreshing to be out of bland and quiet Århus, Amsterdam was bustling, vibrant and exciting. But once I reached Brussels, I came to appreciate her opinion - the crass commercialism of Amsterdam was rather overwhelming.
I think everyone has a photo in this giant clog outside a souvenir store in central Amsterdam
Having a staring match with a (real) cat sitting on a teddy bed in a shop window
I never knew pancakes were a Dutch speciality
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