At the Heineken Experience
Red Light District, picture taking was not really allowed so I had to shoot from the hip...
Outside our hostel window
Monument in Dam Square
Birdman...
Our wonderful accommodations
Friday, February 13, 2009
I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack
Alright you blog-reading bastards, I'M BACK!
It's been a little bit too long since my last post, so I'm here to relive some of my life here in England with you.
So, the Amsterdam trip was a success and everyone came back alive though we had a few casualties (only 2 of them are true, try to figure out which one is false...):
+our friend Rachel went into the weekend being sick and got worse while we were there; Sunday's trek back home was miserable for her
+Jeremy had some "coffee shop special" and got really messed up and I had to bring him home because he was kinda tripping balls and didn't know where he was and was freaking out
+I got herpes from a prostitute, but the doctor here at school told me that with a medicated cream I could keep outbreaks away and therefore no one ever has to know
We had to cram 7 of us into 2 hotel rooms on Thursday night because we are cheap college kids and cannot afford one bed per person. The 4 boys took one room and I was lucky enough to get a bed while Mark and Jim slept on the floor, and the girls were resourceful and cute and put their 2 beds together and the 3 of them slept on them. Our flight was at 6:15 and we had to get up at 3:45 to get breakfast and get to the airport in enough time to make our flight; it was absolute hell waking up that early. Originally we planned to pull an all nighter, but at about 1:30 we were all crashing and went to bed, getting a grand total of 2 hours and fifteen minutes of sleep...
The flight was quick, especially since we were all asleep, and we landed, took a train, and had checked in to "Bob's Hostel" in no time. Friday we just explored the city a bit, poked around Dam Square and got pigeons to fly up and chill on our arms, and then went to the Van Gogh museum for a look around. It was kinda interesting, but the 12.50 euro entrance fee was a bit steep for my low interest in art. Afterward we went to a "coffee shop" and some of the group indulged in some of Amsterdam's best "coffee", though like I mentioned, Jeremy got a little too much of it.
Later on we explored the Red Light District which is really kinda bizarre, but not as crazy as some people might think because everything is so well regulated. It is weird to see windows of dancing women looking to get paid for sex, a porn shop, live sex shows, and a small restaurant all right next to each other. (Though I will admit some of the girls were kinda hot. That doesn't make me a bad person, right?)
Saturday brought on the Ann Frank House (which was amazing) and the Heineken Brewery (named the "Heineken Experience") which was also way cool. We ended up going out that night to a club, but that's kinda another story for another day...
Sunday was a long trip back home (about 8 hours in total) and it was weird to be calling Lancaster "home" after all of it, but I guess I've been here and moved in long enough that it does feel like home. Still nothing to report in terms of British hotties, but myself and my group of guy friends are working on it; something's gonna happen at some point, I hope.
But in all seriousness their "rules" here are way different back home. They don't grind here and find it kind of ludicrous, and you first have to make your move on a girl while she's at the bar because you have to talk to her for a while before you can even dance with her.
The steps are as follows:
1) Start talking to a girl, and if she converses you have a foot in the door
2) Keep talking to her and maybe touch her forearm or hand, if she touches you back you can move on to step 3
3) Maybe try touching her back or something as you lean in to hear what she's saying; again if she reciprocates you can move on
4) Ask her out to dance and then dance with her (note: "dancing" usually doesn't involve any physical contact and resembles a middle school dance, also they usually play a lot of techno, so be prepared to not know any of the songs [it all sounds like 1 long song anyway], but anything you do will probably look cool)
5) If a girl is dancing with a boy that means she's kinda "his" for the night, and if she goes and dances with someone else it's seen as kinda trashy; odd odd odd.
So anyway, weird. This weekend we're just chilling here and having a Beer Olympics on Saturday afternoon and next weekend I'm going with Charlie to visit Molly in Dublin, woooooooo.
Hope everyone back home or abroad is doing well and living it up; there's only so many more weeks we'll be here so do it up dirty.
Peace and Love,
Dreads
It's been a little bit too long since my last post, so I'm here to relive some of my life here in England with you.
So, the Amsterdam trip was a success and everyone came back alive though we had a few casualties (only 2 of them are true, try to figure out which one is false...):
+our friend Rachel went into the weekend being sick and got worse while we were there; Sunday's trek back home was miserable for her
+Jeremy had some "coffee shop special" and got really messed up and I had to bring him home because he was kinda tripping balls and didn't know where he was and was freaking out
+I got herpes from a prostitute, but the doctor here at school told me that with a medicated cream I could keep outbreaks away and therefore no one ever has to know
We had to cram 7 of us into 2 hotel rooms on Thursday night because we are cheap college kids and cannot afford one bed per person. The 4 boys took one room and I was lucky enough to get a bed while Mark and Jim slept on the floor, and the girls were resourceful and cute and put their 2 beds together and the 3 of them slept on them. Our flight was at 6:15 and we had to get up at 3:45 to get breakfast and get to the airport in enough time to make our flight; it was absolute hell waking up that early. Originally we planned to pull an all nighter, but at about 1:30 we were all crashing and went to bed, getting a grand total of 2 hours and fifteen minutes of sleep...
The flight was quick, especially since we were all asleep, and we landed, took a train, and had checked in to "Bob's Hostel" in no time. Friday we just explored the city a bit, poked around Dam Square and got pigeons to fly up and chill on our arms, and then went to the Van Gogh museum for a look around. It was kinda interesting, but the 12.50 euro entrance fee was a bit steep for my low interest in art. Afterward we went to a "coffee shop" and some of the group indulged in some of Amsterdam's best "coffee", though like I mentioned, Jeremy got a little too much of it.
Later on we explored the Red Light District which is really kinda bizarre, but not as crazy as some people might think because everything is so well regulated. It is weird to see windows of dancing women looking to get paid for sex, a porn shop, live sex shows, and a small restaurant all right next to each other. (Though I will admit some of the girls were kinda hot. That doesn't make me a bad person, right?)
Saturday brought on the Ann Frank House (which was amazing) and the Heineken Brewery (named the "Heineken Experience") which was also way cool. We ended up going out that night to a club, but that's kinda another story for another day...
Sunday was a long trip back home (about 8 hours in total) and it was weird to be calling Lancaster "home" after all of it, but I guess I've been here and moved in long enough that it does feel like home. Still nothing to report in terms of British hotties, but myself and my group of guy friends are working on it; something's gonna happen at some point, I hope.
But in all seriousness their "rules" here are way different back home. They don't grind here and find it kind of ludicrous, and you first have to make your move on a girl while she's at the bar because you have to talk to her for a while before you can even dance with her.
The steps are as follows:
1) Start talking to a girl, and if she converses you have a foot in the door
2) Keep talking to her and maybe touch her forearm or hand, if she touches you back you can move on to step 3
3) Maybe try touching her back or something as you lean in to hear what she's saying; again if she reciprocates you can move on
4) Ask her out to dance and then dance with her (note: "dancing" usually doesn't involve any physical contact and resembles a middle school dance, also they usually play a lot of techno, so be prepared to not know any of the songs [it all sounds like 1 long song anyway], but anything you do will probably look cool)
5) If a girl is dancing with a boy that means she's kinda "his" for the night, and if she goes and dances with someone else it's seen as kinda trashy; odd odd odd.
So anyway, weird. This weekend we're just chilling here and having a Beer Olympics on Saturday afternoon and next weekend I'm going with Charlie to visit Molly in Dublin, woooooooo.
Hope everyone back home or abroad is doing well and living it up; there's only so many more weeks we'll be here so do it up dirty.
Peace and Love,
Dreads
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