Well, I decided to go to Amsterdam last minute. It cost 120 quid for the trip there and accommodation. I went with a tour group, else I would have contacted my father's girlfriend's son and hopefully get a place to live, or at least meet up. Unfortunately, the entire trip was last minute and I couldn't even get his contact details. I'm thinking of going back just to see him. I'm in Europe, right?
Amsterdam itself was gorgeous. There was very little polution (which is very surprising for a European city), because nearly everyone rides a bicycle which adds to the charm. I had no idea that Amsterdam had so many canals. It has more canals than venice. Since I had 22 pounds in the bank after taking out money for the trip, I decided to skimp on the extras. I did however get a few space cakes and a bag of ... fun...
We stayed at the Hans Brinker. The hostel was quite nice. It came fully equipped with a bar and club in the basement. The greatest part of the Hans Brinker was how they advertised how absolutely horrible their rooms were. Advertisements such as "Your body is at risk! If you don't get a healthy amount of bacteria, your body will not be strong enough. The Hans Brinker is proud to supply your daily dose of bacteria!"
On Friday night, we went to the Red Light district, which we weren't allowed to take pictures in. Apparently, one year someone's camera was thrown in the canal with the owner still attached. After walking through for about half an hour, we decided that we had seen enough ass while not high, and headed to a coffee shop.
We ordered two bags of happiness for 15 euro each and I also ordered a space cake. Space cakes take 2 or so hours to get to your head, but the joint form definately goes fast. After the second puff, I had my head on the table unable to lift it. I could hear, but not talk. After about 5 minutes, I was fine. Still very high, but able to move and walk.
We stayed there for at least half an hour then went walking. Don't know what we talked about. I do know that some friends came in and enjoyed their first time (like myself). We all had to rely on my friend Brett to roll the joints.
After getting a sufficient amount of happiness in us, we decided to walk around a little more. Don't remember this, but I do remember forgetting my thoughts every 5 seconds. I literally had 5 minutes of "This is cool. I can't remember a thing! It's because ... This is cool. I can't remember a thing!". We later went out for Pizza and then sat for about an hour and a half in front of a gigantic penis statue. This was the most memorable part of the city of Amsterdam.
The next morning, we left Amsterdam for a few hours to go to a clog and cheese factory. On the way, we stopped to take the picture above. By the way, I was totally stoned for this picture. The cheese factory wasn't all that great, but the clog maker was very interesting. He was 19 years old and one of 6 old fashioned clog makers left in the country. Wouldn't that be the greatest pick up line ever?
When we got back into Amsterdam, we went to the Van Gogh museum. In short, it was absolutely amazing. They didn't mention anything about his ear (or lack thereof) though. It's quite amazing how he inspired a whole new era of artwork. I loved many of his forest based artwork.
Afterwords I went for steak then we hit the red light district to do a little more of the same. We were all tired from the trip, and ended up going back to our hostel at 8. We planned on getting up later when there was a little bit more nightlife, but we sort of fell asleep for the night.
I absolutely loved the entire trip. It was definately a change from the ordinary. I hope to go again. The city definately lived up to it's reputation.
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