I really lost my shorts today....
Trip Start
May 14, 2008
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Trip End
May 27, 2008
Amsterdam,
Netherlands
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I took a nice self-guided walking tour of the centraal district, which includes the centraal station, the Amstel river that they dammed (amstel-dam morphed into Amsterdam) and on to some wonderful things. I passed the Amsterdam flower market, and open stall market right on the edge of a canal. I saw the most fabulous flowershops, bulb shops, marijuana growing kits, Mushroom growing kits, many dried flowers hanging from ceilings, and beautiful things everywhere. Some shops will ship all over the world. I stopped myself from planning my fall garden from here. I dont want to think that hard on vacation. Past the flowermarket was the flea market. Lotsa indian kitsh and stuff we'd see in the seventies. Indian batik clothing are embroidered cloths with with little mirrors> think I better tajme twop empoty suitdases toi- aINDIAN WHEN AI FCINALKLYHVGORR. WHOA, THAT previous sentence had to take a shot at meaning. Too heavy mano.
Walked through the flea market stalls that had leather, batik goods and embroidery with sequins and beads. Tons of justjunk too, like 5 year old used porno tapes. But I learned that people buy then to ship drugs home in. Hmm. Around the canals, I went into the jewish ghetto and the Rembrandts house.
Me at the Flower Market
Took pic at Rembrandt monument. I also had a couple of pics taken in the flower maarket. The merchants dont seem to mind.I walked up toward centraal station and bought an Amsterdam city card, which includes museums and transportation. I became rather desperate for a toilet as apparently the koh-i-noor restaurant fueling was needing a pressure valve. Great. PAY toilets in the station. I had to give the guy ten Euro for a 0,05 fee and have a catharsis of indian food returned to the mother earth from the flame that shot out of my backside. Holy spicearoid batman, they should bottle that fuel. I know I stunk the guy out of the booth, and everyone else in the place. So it was just me, flushing the toilet so the porcelain doesnt melt. Centraal station is very nice but the massive over construction going on in the front of it is very distracting and should have been arranged better. Most of the beautiful outside of the station is hidden behind a barrier or plywood, while the inside is very run-of-the-mill, like Gare du Nord in Paris or Waterloo in London. I looked across and there was the Victoria hotel. But I was half an hour early and it was too cold to be standing around, so I slipped into the lobby and hunkered down in the leather chairs til Randy Roy's Redlight tour was to start. Kimberly was a tall, 50 something woman who had a Janis Joplin feel to her. She appreciated humor and laughed easily. SHe knew the red-light district like the back of her hand, knew who was where, what anyone was looking for, and where to send you for your desire.
My special delivery
The youngest whores are (supposed to be) 18, and the oldest working one is 85, Nope, no lie. She does 2 or 3 tricks a week and is glad for it. The average girl works 5, 8-hour shifts and rents a window. If she can attract in 20 johns per shift, she would be making 750euro a day. Thats a thousand bucks, ya know.Families and children live in this district. I heard that when children see the scantily clad girls in the windows, they are told that the girls are waiting for buses to the beach. The red light district is a charming area. Regular family homes flank dens of iniquity. One sex shop shares a wall with an Episcopalean church with the most cordial of relationships. My spin is this interpretation: Since the financial district is on the same intersection as a sex for sale, a brown coffee shop and a church...well if sex drugs, money, and religion can all get along on the same intersection, why is vegas such a hush-hush town? Quentin Tarrantino wrote Pulp Fiction here, many designers have their studios here, many musicians spend time here. Mike Tyson is a fairly regular visitor and Janet Jackson bought her malfunctioning wardrobe here. Eminem and Kid Rock, the Red Hot Chili Peppers and others have chosen this place to hang out. Whitney Houston was the ONLY woman who has ever been allowed into a gay bar called the Cockring. Its men ONLY. And drug-addicted Divas, at least for one night.
Heading back to Centraal, I chatted with a couple as we walked They're in their mid twenties, from AUstralia and are halfway through their one year around the world trip right now. Boy to be that young and that free. I got brave and hopped on a tram back to the hotel. It was nice to sit but those daggone trams are way worse than subway trains. I almost got jerked off my seat twice. Ah the devil's stairs ahead at the Nadia. When I got to the top, Osam, the proprietor said something came for me. He brought in a huge bouquet of fresh flowers and put a sign in them that said welcome home. What a sweet guy!
Comments
what you been smokin girl?
i am sitting here pissing my pants at your blog. thats my slyster lol...that second paragraph had me wondering just what kind of dried flowers you were sampling ROFL. As always, wish i were there. oh, and what, no polka dot bra to hang there with the panties?????????
You are having TOO much fun....
now, go out on the ledge and get those panties back..LOL! Are you positive you are not suffering from secondhand smoke? I am still laughing about all your trials and tribulations....
Have fun!
ah the memories....
....(since i actually have some i must not have had enough local chronic) of that same area during my visit in '96 it was a bit nostalgic reading....sounds like you're doing just fine there. Aren't the Dutch beautiful? I remember nearly each man and woman looking like they stepped out of central casting.
have fun, stay safe.
Linderrrrr