Okay so it’s coming up to our final days on Contiki and it really is starting to hit me that Alicia is going home and we’ve been traveling for almost a month now! It’s gone insanely fast. I feel like I haven’t done everything I was meant to do yet, but somehow I feel like I’ve completed a lot of activities.
Well we’re off to Amsterdam and it’s the last leg of the tour for most. It’s also where I’m expecting a lot of fucked up shit to go down, considering it’s the end, everyone knows everyone now and you don’t have to maintain your image anymore because really some people will never be heard from again. On the bus Danny lost the ability to use the microphone because the cable broke mid way through using it. So he had to introduce to us that we’re going to a live sex show in Amsterdam tonight. For 32 Euro I expect it to be okay, it’s not like I’m paying for a prostitute or anything… or am I? Some of us expect the women to be ugly, but I got a message from Nicole earlier saying that the women look like men. Not sure where she’s been.
On the way to Amsterdam we stopped off at a cheese and clogs factory where they gave us a demonstration on how both are produced. First we saw for about 3 minutes how the cheese is made, what it looks like and such, then we were shown clogs and how they’re made. I didn’t know that they’re official safety shoes in Holland. Then we got to try a bunch of cheeses and raspberry wine I think it was. Honestly in my opinion the Old Cheese was the best, which is probably why most of it was gone by the time I even got to it.
The next stop was pretty soon after. We went for a bike ride (with Bike A Dijk) and were warned that the bikes didn’t have any brakes, therefore we would have to peddle backwards to break. This comes after we got a speech saying that the roads aren’t the safest, if a bike rider sees you’re in the way, they won’t stop. I even asked Danny yesterday what’s the most fucked up thing that’s happened on his tour, and he said it was to do with a girl who never listened, but ended up getting hit by a tram in Amsterdam. So that’s cool. We got to Edam and went on a bike ride though, which was actually a lot nicer than I anticipated. The area was really nice and then we had our first stop, we were asked to go to the top of a little tiny hill and we were told that’s Edam’s peak. Not even 3 meters. Our next stop was in front of a wind mill and then finally back to the starting point, where someone knocked over a fair amount of the bikes. It wasn’t me, I was taking a piss.
So we got to the hotel and it was okay, we went down for dinner after we each had a shower and by the time we got back our shower had flooded and went all over the bathroom floor and almost reached our bags. We informed Danny who could only do so much about it, but we were ready to hit the city for some sex show! I have always been warned that the red light district of Amsterdam is very seedy with girls in the windows and you’re never to take photos, so I left my camera with Alicia in her bag, just in case.
On the way to the city, Danny gave us a talk that Contik and he don’t condone the use of drugs. However he gave us a talk of what we should expect if we do end up doing them. So we did them anyway. Justin, Renata, Alicia and myself each did half a space cake just before the sex show. Most of the guys were already hitting the hard stuff and some girls got kicked out for taking photos. I found it very seedy and dirty though. We went to The Grasshopper and the staff were really stereotypical, one Jamaican guy behind the counter, alongside a spaced out idiot. I know that Danny told us that the people here are relaxed and chilled, but I think it might be something to do with the constant use of weed. They’re not relaxed, they’re spaced out because of the waft of weed everywhere. Anyways, so the guys were high and I wasn’t. The space cakes did nothing to us. We went to the sex show and I wasn’t laughing, I was so serious I could have taken out pen and paper and gotten a few tips off the black guy with the massive dick. The staff were rude again; we went to Casa Rosa. They don’t give you a chance to sit down, nor finish your drink before you have to order another (because it’s included in the price) and they just hand them over and then snatch the others off you as you pass them up. Anyways, the sex show was okay, I was a little annoyed that they said that Contiki now has to leave as it’s the end for us, but everyone else sat down still. So I’m convinced that we only paid less because we saw less, but other people were telling me it wasn’t the case. I’m sure there’s a reason why we paid 18 Euros less than the general public.
After this Danny gave us the chance to explore the city after he gave us a tour around the place (before the show). Again, this place has open men’s urinals, however they’re a little more discrete than the plastic ones in Germany. So we went to a bar and I felt like everyone was high and really fucked up and that I was the only one who wasn’t drunk nor high. So Renata, Justin and I left to walk around. They were hungry and got some food which I thought was disgusting, everything in Amsterdam looked horrible. The food was obviously aimed at those who are stoned because it’s a mixture of pizzas and chocolates in the one window display. I didn’t want to touch anything because I didn’t know how long the food had been out for, it just looked really plastic. As Renata was ordering food, I saw a guy on a stolen scooter just speeding by, narrowly avoiding an accident as he turned sharply and continued speeding off. Then about 30 Aussies were waiting outside to get into a club and were singing Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi. Like seriously guys, this is why I hate being an Aussie something because you fucking bogans come across as loud mouthed dickheads.
We popped into The Grasshopper again and saw a few others in there trying some more weed. Again we smoked a joint (SORRY MUM!) and again it did nothing to me so I just feel like it’s obviously not the choice of drug for me and that it’s best I never try it again (unless in emergency cases…maybe?) because as much as I feel a slight amount of jealousy towards others who feel something when they use it, I’m glad I’m not some spaced out moron. We ended up bumping into Alicia, Estelle and Michelle on the way back to finding a taxi and they wanted to see the red light district again, so we went over to check it out. Seriously those girls have no shame! I’m sure I saw one just wearing two headbands, one to cover her nipples and the other to cover her neverlands (pun intended!).
This is the night though where I couldn’t sleep because out of allllll the things I could have listened to (Frank Sinatra being one, or maybe even drunks vomiting on the side of a balcony, or maybe even a domestic) I heard a couple in the room next to me having rough sex. Fantastic! I opened up the door from my room and stood there, then decided to chant and cheer for the guy. What a perfect way to end a night.
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