So this year we visited Amsterdam. I loved it. Every single day we some something bat poop crazy. As an industry standard British man it was kinda eye opening how casual the place was. Sex shops presented their wares like having a pneumatic dildo window display wasn’t insanely insane.
We saw a man walking round dressed in baby gear at 4pm on a Monday. I don’t have the foggiest idea why. Kids were body boarding in the canals being dragged by a boat. People transported anything they could get their hands on via bike. Planks of wood? Sure why not. I saw a man having an early morning Saturday rave in his living room in front of everyone passing by.
Then there’s the Red Light District. That place is just unreal. You’ve got tourists there like its Venice but with women shaking their wobbly bits and then banging on the window like some trapped mime when they see a camera. We stumbled into a sort of Thai massage street one Sunday looking for the cat rescue boat, de Pozen Boat. It was Sunday day time and we thought we were a few canals over from the Red Light District. Suddenly a large angry woman in her underwear is shouting at me for taking photos of buildings. Looking around we noticed lots of red curtained windows. Where the fudge where we?! Man, it was crazy town banana pants. Kids were walking by with their parents because it was a lovely Sunday morning. What is going on!?
Honestly, Amsterdam was huge fun because it was bonkers.