I honestly don’t even know where to begin. I
guess a start is by saying that the last month has been the best of my entire
life - I’ve fallen head over heels in love with so many people and countries!
It’s hard to believe my time aboard is almost over.
After leaving Bath, I headed to London for
what I thought was going to be a few days rest before I ventured over to
Europe. Yea-noooo. I think I dropped my ball game after finishing uni and
totally lost the plot with dates. Ended up only having a night in London,
before booking a last minute flight to Amsterdam. Here’s some travel advice, DO
NOT miss your original transport reservations because it will end up costing
you an outrageous amount to rectify.
So our story begins with me hobble-running
to Victoria Station in London with 40kg of luggage. All is semi-well. It’s
10am; I have three hours to make my flight, and only two more trains to catch
until I’m within the safety of the airport to make my deadline of 6pm in
Amsterdam. What could possible go wrong? The tube. The tube with 40kg of
luggage and a flustered / hungry woman – sure, everything is cool. Nothing like
a little exercise lugging suitcases up and down countless flights of stairs.
After just making it onto my first
train, I must have been putting out some serious damsel in distress vibes. I
cannot begin to thank the man who carried ALL of my luggage from Paddington to
Heathrow Express, printed out my ticket and made sure I was settled before
leaving. Angel, I tell you!
Made it to Amsterdam, checked into the
hotel and headed out to visit the scary Red Light District! When I was in
Edinburgh, I made a promise to myself not to sensor sharing (within reason) my
travel experiences – and it is for that reason I would like to tell you about
how I somehow managed to become apart of a live sex show. Yep, it’s exactly how
it sounds. Live – sex – show. I love volunteering. However, the *first* time I
got dragged up on stage I didn’t offer, I was chosen. His ‘name’ was The Black
Pearl. I’ll leave it up to you to decide why that was his stage name. The poor
man had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. Unlike all his previous
guests, I was not about to sit there and squeal while he Magic Mike’d me. Moral
of the story: The Black Pearl bit off more than he could chew and I made a very
strong first impression. Round two involved me volunteering with six other
people, having a dance off with a female performer and eating a banana…
If you’re as much as a coffee drinker as I
am, you’ll be pleased to know there are heaps of coffee shops in Amsterdam. The
only twist is that half of them don’t sell coffee.
Please don’t get the wrong idea about the city,
it’s not as ‘corrupt’ as I’ve just painted it to be. I went on a clog making /
cheese tasting tour – which believe it or not was awesome – I even got to see a massive bunny!
In closing I totally recommend Amsterdam if
you’re up for something a bit different and unconventional. Having an open mind
and being up for new experiences will add heaps more fun to your time there!
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