Amsterdam

Amsterdam

This is one of those places where the main attractions simply distract attention from the real beauty of the city. Whether you sit on a bench next to the canal and drink wine from a carton AH cup ( AH is an abbreviation from the Dutch Albert Hein supermarket chain store) or you ride your bike over the enchanting little bridges and tunnels decorated with flowers you can not help but quickly become captivated by the charm of Amsterdam. Charm. A small particle of the manifold fascination of this city soaked into the Amstel river. Lush. Where greenness meets street art and modernity finds expression in a motley traditional style. The churches, the squares, the canals and the bikes. And this blue house over there that is leaning forward as if it is greeting the sparkling autumn river.

There is something idiotic and absurd about Amsterdam. Its hastiness and multicultural crowds, the orange bikes that attack you from all sides when you cross the streets. And suddenly the tram stops in the middle of the boulevard leaving you breathless and questioning your street sings knowledge. A tall blond guy runs in circles around the Dam Square with an open lap top and Moby's Go on maximum volume. Funny signs follow you everywhere you go. Its smells like everything on earth dipped in water and weed. The shops and museums are abundant but what makes them special is this particular Amsterdam-style absurdity. Visit the Bag's Museum or hey..what about that Torture Museum. Just have a look at the hundreds of sex stores and the multi-pleasure installations that they offer or the condom shops and you'll know what I am talking about. Fortunately, you can find shelter from the storm of noise, people and cars in the Vondelpark, open a biertje and..guess what? - roll one of those making-you-lought-and-stare-at-the-birds type of cigarettes. At least here its not the latest hip among the youngsters.


A night in Amsterdam. Flesh and promiscuity creep from every angle. Drug dealers try to catch your attention in 5-6 languages. You wander around canals and boats, bridge after bridge reveals the numerous new faces of the city. I love Amsterdam at night. I am immersed in its delightful variety of sins and my resistance is not always that solid :). I love Amsterdam in the Autumn because there is nothing more pleasurable than spending the afternoon in tossing pebbles in the multicolored river. You don't believe me? Come try it yourself.



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