Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Welcome to the Nether Regions of the Soul

Felt like I'd do a little flashback trip, my first trip to the Netherlands back in March 2011. It's hard to write these posts because I'm not entirely sure what to focus on. Do I talk about how much alcohol I drank? Do I discuss architecture? Cultural differences? All the shawarma stands this wonderful country houses? Fuck it, I'll just wing it.

Holland is a flat country, and because of this flatness, there is an excessive amount of bikes. These people will run you down if you're in their way. Sadly, the only encounter I had with a bike during my stay was riding on the back of one drunkenly one night. I felt bad for the girl who had to haul me across the city, I was a hefty load, as well as a complete stranger.

Building on that point, I'd like to stress how welcoming and hospitable all the international students were. The second night I was in the city, a girl I randomly met through friends gave me a city tour. And then she left me with more strangers who were more than happy to share their alcohol with me, take me to a club near the canal and make sure I got home safe and sound.

What gems.

I also went to my first soccer game in Europe. The crowd's intense. This day also consisted of me getting hit on by a milf in a bar and almost in a fight with three dutch girls. I regret nothing!

Rambunctious fans bring their own flares to the game.

My hand ft. alcohol and the dutch girls who wanted to fight me.


Amsterdam is a story in itself. My friend Ryan and I only had one day to visit the city. We decided to try and make the most of it. We began the day with the Anne Frank museum. We wanted to be sober for this experience. Genocide and dope don't mix.

Or do they...?

We then decided to buy a joint. I had a flight to catch the next day, and the smallest amount they were selling was 2 grams. I'm not the biggest pothead anymore, so 2 grams was about 2 weeks worth of rations for me. I'll stick to the joint.

In Canada, our joints don't have tobacco (aka batch) mixed in with the weed. A practice I didn't know was strictly limited to Canada's borders. We asked the kind dealer if he could sell us a joint without tobacco in it. He called my friend and I "Stupid Americans" and told us "not to fuck around with Dutch weed." It sounded more like a threat than a warning though.

We were pretty adamant about going to a sex show. This was the cheapest one we could find:


I know the image you have in your head: 2 people in the middle of a room fucking, while perverted people sit in the shadows and masturbate in the corners.

I promise you, it was more interactive than that. I was lucky enough to get shot in the face with breast milk. Another man had the honour of eating a banana out of a woman's vagina. The actual "sex" looked more like a choreographed dance that involved a penis entering an orifice. Probably one of the best experiences of my life.

I ended up bringing my boyfriend to Amsterdam when we were backpacking, hoping I could recapture that magic that made me fall in love with the city the first time. But the influx of tourists in June, and the guy throwing up right next to our hostel bed really killed the mood. That visit was so bad, that we actually left a day early and vowed to never return to Amsterdam again. 

Overall, The Netherlands is an awesome country full of stoner food, abnormally tall people, and questionable morals. If you're going to pay a visit, do it on the off season.