Deep breath. I took in the crisp morning air. It was laced with the smell of marijuana. Damnnn...i'm in Amsterdam. Staying around the corner from the red light district, the shops that dotted our street sold the quirkiest things. Hash pops, moaning pen holders, vibrators, dildos, booby stress balls, just to name a few.
I finally got to visit Anne Frank's house. Now I can put a picture to the words in her diary that i read as a child. A visit to the coffeeshop before going to her home left me feeling like i was on a swaying ferry ride as i climbed the steep stairs into the hiding den of the Frank family during the second world war. The space cake i had had was really yummy though, top class chocolate brownies.
I was looking forward to seeing what the flesh trade is all about. The legal prostitution in amsterdam is like a magnet that attracts flocks of tourists. Boy, i was not disapointed. Rows and rows of girls in skimpy lingerie sat in windows soliciting customers near Dam Square. I even watched a live sex show with several fascinating acts. One of it had a tall willowy young girl puffing on a cigar with her vajayjay. amazing.
Traffic was insane. The bicycle lanes, car roads and trams routes all interweave. To make matters worse, it's left-hand drive there. I never knew where to look before crossing a road, accidentally jaywalked across cycling paths and into cars, having a few close shaves. The gorgeous sunny days and pretty canals made it hard for us to get on a coach and leave for brussels, the next stop on our 'spur of the moment' planned trip.
I finally got to visit Anne Frank's house. Now I can put a picture to the words in her diary that i read as a child. A visit to the coffeeshop before going to her home left me feeling like i was on a swaying ferry ride as i climbed the steep stairs into the hiding den of the Frank family during the second world war. The space cake i had had was really yummy though, top class chocolate brownies.
I was looking forward to seeing what the flesh trade is all about. The legal prostitution in amsterdam is like a magnet that attracts flocks of tourists. Boy, i was not disapointed. Rows and rows of girls in skimpy lingerie sat in windows soliciting customers near Dam Square. I even watched a live sex show with several fascinating acts. One of it had a tall willowy young girl puffing on a cigar with her vajayjay. amazing.
Traffic was insane. The bicycle lanes, car roads and trams routes all interweave. To make matters worse, it's left-hand drive there. I never knew where to look before crossing a road, accidentally jaywalked across cycling paths and into cars, having a few close shaves. The gorgeous sunny days and pretty canals made it hard for us to get on a coach and leave for brussels, the next stop on our 'spur of the moment' planned trip.
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