Munchen!
// August 16th, 2008 // Comments Off // travel
To my dearest journal thingy,
I was way too quick to write the other day and left out a lot of really cool and interesting stuff. So let me begin retelling you -
On the 9th we went to Amsterdam. It’s a cool place! The hotel was lovely (but I felt super bad every time the bathroom door kept smashing into the TV cabinet!). The first night we had gone to a live sex show.
It’s usually just couples fucking on stage, usually to some song. It’s the strangest thing. It’s choreographed sex to music. And at some point I felt completely strange as we were sitting in a normal theatre – one which you would excpect to be playing movies. But this one had couples fucking. And you sat in areas where the term “leg room” wasn’t taken into consideration. You had to sort of sit down as the chair was going down.
Later on as I was getting familar and comfortable, I was pulled up on stage along with another girl on my contiki tour to dance with a male stripper. I didn’t want to go obviously and I felt embarassed. But I could not stop laughing. I thought it was so hilarious! The highlight was apparently rubbing sunscreen on this guy with my middle fingers instead of his requested palms. Everyone in the audience thought this was hilarious and so far on this trip when anyone on the tour is about to give the middle finger they yell out my name and display it proudly as though I gave these people a gift.
Afterwards, a small group of us followed Roger’s lead into various coffee shops and bars around the red light district, getting stoned and drunk. At first, we had gone to this coffee shop that was the opposite of the Grass Hopper, totally local and probably infested with HIV. The staircase was a death trap in this place. You needed health insurance just to go up and down the damn thing. The steps were incredibly narrow and they were no problem getting up. Once we spent about an hour smoking the best weed we’d had in ages, it was a mission to get down without your face meeting the floor.
We spent the next day looking all over the town, despite our contiki manager claiming that Amsterdam is basically a ghost town on Sundays. Every shop was open (including 10,000 H&M’s) and there were people offering horse rides and all that crap. The variety of stores… it makes me wonder why Perth cannot get shops like these.
We began by exploring Anne Frank’s house which was quite interesting. The whole house was done up very well, like the house had been before Frank’s family was captured. In various rooms, it was cold and dark and again we had the dangerous stair cases popping up every now and again.
Later on in the evening, we went on a cruise through the canals. It was such a fun time, we all did shots, drank, waved to a bunch of friendly (or weirded out) locals/tourists and danced until it was pitch black. I didn’t want it to end but it seemed as though my alchol intake would end it earlier than I’d like!
After the cruise, we went on the prowl again back to a coffee shop that we had been to the night before and had loved as it was right on the canal. For the first time in my life, I got so incredibly stoned that I fell backwards whilst asking the bartended to unlock the bathroom door for me.
After Amsterdam, we made our way to Berlin. I had been soo excited about Athens that I had forgotted about all the Nazi history that I was looking forward to viewing and of course, other history.
For some reason, I can’t think of what we did the day we got there but the day after (ooooh that’s right we had dinner at this outdoor beer garden. Lots of fun!) we did a walking tour. The guide covered a lot of German history and it was interesting, but just like any of these things, it can be kind of boring. I mean sure, the history is interesting but all you’re doing is walking, stopping, listening and looking. Then you get bored and look around while the guide is still talking.
Later on, we did a night tour. We had gone back on the tour and looked at areas near sections of the Berlin wall. The night tour quickly turned into an alcohol tour and we left early to save our wallets and livers.
The day after Berlin, we drove on over to Prague…
Oh, be right back. I just gotta check on the landry!
