Last night I came back from my first ever weekend trip on the European continent. And where did I go? None other than Amsterdam baby! Didn’t stay for too long though as I booked my tickets fairly late and it wasn’t cost effective to stay for another night.
Definitely a beautiful country to visit with some absolute gorgeous women. Even the lady coppers on their push bikes were hot! They could arrest me anytime 
So what exactly can you do in Amsterdam for two days and one night? Well…
- Visit a coffee shop - check
- Visit the sex museum - check
- Visit the Van Gough art gallery - check
- Visit the red light district - check
- Take a canal tour of Amsterdam - check
- Get absoultely wasted in Amsterdam - check… but not as much as Dave
The first and last item are so closely related that it could take out your entire weekend but I managed to stay somewhat responsible to remember parts of my weekend.
One story worth mentioning was when we hit a bar somewhere in the red light districts. Little did we know that it was going to be the location where our night would end (well kinda). So there we were at a little pub in Amsterdam enjoying a few drinks with the intention of hitting the coffee shop after but a couple of pints later, somehow somewhere the shots started coming out. I guess that was Dave trying to catch up with the drinks but oh that was not such a great idea. A couple of drinks/shots later the rest of us decided it was time to take a breather from drinking and head somewhere else but noooo… Dave wanted to hang around more. Fair call so we had left him to slay the dragon while we went to take a look around the red light district before heading back to the hotel. We had disbanded but were getting a little worried for Dave so Mike and I decided to head back to the pub. While walking (attempted) to the pub, we had realized that we had forgotten where it was! There began possibly the longest hour of my life while drunk.
Two guys completely drunk as fuck, walking around the dodgiest part of the city while the other was passed out in the streets somewhere. I finally got the go ahead to go home when Mike rang that Dave was back in his hotel. Apparently a copper had seen him passed out and threatened to arrest him if he did not move along. I guess somehow Dave’s subconscious decided to take him to a safer place. For me, I was still drunk as fuck, and was lost. That lead to another trek to eventually find my hotel for a well deserve sleep. The following day we had realized that the pub was actually a few minutes away from Dave and Mike’s hotel. DOH!
The red light district is definitely a site to experience. Don’t think you can find anywhere in the world like it. I thought Thailand was bad in terms of how much prostitution is in your face everyday but this takes the cake. I don’t think it was as seedier as Thailand though. Or maybe I’ve gotten more seedier these days?
I’ll have to find some time to post some pictures. Thank God I didn’t bring my proper camera along as I reckon I would have lost it in the canals
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