“Mum, my tummy feels funny, I think I might be sick, but it could be butterflies. I don’t want to go!” were my final words when approaching Stanstead, mother being mother just said “oh stop being dramatic, you’ll be fine”. And that I was.
Absolutely over flowing with nerves (which in all honesty is very rare for me) I boarded my flight for a short 40 minute flight to Amsterdam! Where my Interrail adventure commenced.
The plane was short, and then I caught a bus to right outside my apartment, it was so easy. The Air Bnb we stayed in was the top floor of a building with horrendously steep staircase to our apartment, the stairs were like a ladder! It was a really cool place, monochrome through with strange sculptures on the walls. Two bedrooms with a balcony, huge bathroom and a kitchen and living space. Thats the great thing about Air Bnb, you can get a whole apartment for the price of a hotel room.
As soon as my bags hit my Air Bnb floor, the nerves evaporated and excitement soon took its place. Amy and Leanne were already there waiting for me, and we a few makeup retouches, we grabbed our pack packs and set fourth.
Our first night consisted of wandering and sussing the place out. I admired the canals at my first glance of them. We had a cheeky browse around the famous cafes, don’t worry, nothing was consumed, we were just intrigued. We carried on and found a spot for dinner and planned the next couple of days.
The following morning we fancied pancakes, so we found the cutest pancake house called Amsterdam Pancakes. I had a savoury choice, it sounded interesting. There was cheese, pepper, mushrooms in this pizza sized beast. I couldn’t finish it, it was huge! But it was deleicious and it didn’t break the bank! We all got a free clog keyring when we paid, I was so happy, what a lovely reminder of my incredible pancake that I had in Amsterdam!
On our walk back to the apartment we stopped at an antique shop and gazed in awe at some incredible furniture and clothing. Unfortunately, the piece I really liked was sold. But I suppose it saved me a few bob and the extra luggage. We continued a slow and scenic walk home, taking in the pretty streets and snapping photos.
We spent the rest of our time checking out galleries, shopping and of course eating- eating lots. On one of the nights we went to the Red light district. I had mixed feelings about this. It was very strange to see a woman behind glass, on display, in very minimal clothing, trying to entice men. I felt sad for them, I felt that this objectification was wrong and uncomfortable and I just wanted to open the doors and tell them to leave. However on the flip side, it is probably the best way to manage prostitution, as lets face it. It’s going to happen. We wouldnt wish it on anyone to have to sell thier body to get by, but unfortunalety it happens, but for women of Amsterdam, at least they are regulated and looked after. But that was my least favoruite part of this trip. I felt that in that particular area also bred lad culture, the “lets get as fucked as possible and look at tits” was the kind of vibe I got from there and I didn’t enjoy that. I did however find the sex museum hilarious!
Amsterdam, you were fun! Next time I got I will venture out of the tourist spots, as unfortunately we did find some cool, quaint and small places a little further out, but by this time it was too late to indulge. I feel it is a beautiful city and the people were very friendly. I would definitely recommend for a little weekend break, especially if you are from the UK because of how quickly it takes to get there. Next stop Berlin!