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Amsterdam. A Damn Fine Weekend....
review Somewhere between that firstSix Brighton Boys, a train, a plane, a pornographic hotel, some decidedly dodgy chocolate cake, a trip around a brewery, countless rounds of beer, some lovely chips, a plane, a train, and home. It might have been a somewhat damp weekend but no matter - we braved the wind and the rain and found a nice warm Coffeeshop in which to relax while the weather passed. Somewhere between that first mouthful of cake and the flight home we did some other stuff as well. You know. Museums and stuff. Look, I'm winging it here. If I thought I had the memory of a goldfish before I went away then... where was I anyway? Sorry. Look. I'm a bit confused and I think I need a rest.
Some days later... Amsterdam. Amsterdam, Amsterdam, Amsterdam. It took me all weekend, but I can now finally say "Reguiliersdwarsstraat" without stopping for air. That's where you'll find a wealth of bars (April and Soho being the most popular), club Exit (Amsterdam's Revenge, with an extra, very dark floor on the top... I can't believe they still haven't fixed those lights up there), and various shops to cater for every clothing taste, as long as it's seethrough, rubber or leather that you're after. Of course you'll want to catch the Rijksmuseum, the Van Gogh musem, the Anne Frank house or the Rembrandthuis museum, so make sure you get these things done before you start to party because it'd be a shame to miss anything. The one place that you can go after the coffeeshop, though, is probably the Heineken Brewery. It's bizarre enough sober, so one can only imagine what it must be like to go on the 'bottle ride' (a moving platform and screen that combine to give you the feeling of being a bottle being shuffled around the brewery) after a bit of space-cake... "Don't drink me! Don't drink me!". We found the Pink Point extremely helpful - a gay information & souvenir hut just by the side of the Homomonument, which is itself a part of the city tour not to be missed. They provided us with details of a big electro party (Unc) at a squat just out of town, but unfortunately we rather overdid it and couldn't muster the energy to get there in the end. At first glance one entire wall was Our hotel, The Winston, was a very strange affair. Probably fair to call it more of a hostel than a hotel, with shared toilet facilities for each floor, but with each room having its own shower. Right opposite the uninhibited club 'Cockring' and right in the centre of the red light area, the view from the windows provided hours of entertainment watching the seedier side of Amsterdam unfold as the sun set. The first room that we were given was absolutely unusable. At first glance one entire wall was filled with a photo of what we assumed to be genetalia of the pink, spotty and slightly hairy kind. Unpleasant to say the least. Having successfully switched rooms to one with sticky tape all over the walls, we discovered that the genetalia room was actually someone's shoulder hair. I'm not sure what's worse. Although we rather blew Friday night due to our earlier excesses, we made up for our lack of energy on Saturday night. Bar-hopping (far too early to be healthy) and then moving on to club Exit, which turned out to be a real treat. The boys were pretty, the music was varied (at least 4 areas playing different styles of music), the darkroom was dark (apparently), and the time... oh bloody hell, the time passed far too quickly, especially given our relatively early start to get to the airport. A good time? Absolutely. Again? Without question. Space cake? You've got to be kidding.
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