This is an account of my 'holiday from hell' in Amsterdam. A what not to do guide.
In my first term at uni there were adverts all around campus for a £39 coach trip to Amsterdam so I suggested the trip to my new found flat mates. They were pretty keen and in the end 5 of us went. When the day finaly came for us to go me, Mat, Dave, Kelly and Clare all went down to the underpass (big bus stop) and boarded the coach. The first inconvenience was having to travel all the way from Lancaster to Dover and via several other uni's to pick other people up. This is as opposed to just grabbing the ferry at the relatively close hollyhead (I think that’s the place that’s near us).
About halfway down the country the air con on the coach broke and left us all sweating our pants off for the rest of the way there/back in cramped conditions. When we reached nottingham the coach was pretty full and I found myself sitting directly behind 6 loud irritating dick heads and next to a while awake pretty cool hippy type/while asleep slobbering wreck. The rest of the journey was pretty crap. Bad crossing, long drive through france/Belgium very sweaty.
We finally arrived at the dam at 8 in the morning having not slept a wink all night and were drenched in sweat. We spent the morning looking around the shops and finally headed for our first coffee shop at around 2pm. After 1 rather embarrassing incident in a coffee shop that was just a coffee shop we finally found ourselves doing what, at that time I thought, we had all come to do. Smoke weed. We bought some weed (I can’t remember what type) and headed upstairs where I proceeded to roll joints and we all started to get stoned. Except that is for 1 of us. Who instead got pretty pissed off and announced he was going off on his own. I still to this day have no idea why he came with us but it evidently wasn't to smoke weed. This put the rest of us on a bit of a downer but we got stoned anyway and were surprisingly pleased to see Dave when he turned up about half an hour minutes later suitably subdued. (You have to remember we'd only known each other for a month or so).
We then headed for the sex museum where the girls found everything disgusting and I found everything hilarious. We then had an argument about where we'd eat. We finally decided on an Italian restaurant after a few death threats (no joke). I think the meal was pretty good.
It was then decided some culture was in order so we took a walk around the red light district, which was just starting to heat up at that point and then back to another coffee shop. I can't remember its name but it was infinitely better than the first place (it was sort of opposite the train station) where we got as stoned as I can ever remember being.
Mat and I then decided to go for a wonder. Unfortunately for me and my wallet, when we were walking down a canal on the edge of the red light district, I walked into a crack addict (read a crack addict walked into me) causing him to drop his crack pipe (spits his crack pipe onto the floor). He politely informed me that I wasn't going anywhere until he was suitably compensated (he pulled a knife on me and told me I wasn't going anywhere until I'd given him all my money) meanwhile mat was wondering aimlessly on completely oblivious to the fact I was being mugged. Well as I didn't fancy being run through I handed him my cash and then caught up with Mat. By the time we got back to the coffee shop I was pretty pissed off and a little shuck up by the incident. We spent a bit more time in the coffee shop then headed for McDonalds where we took refuge until 12 when the coach was picking us up for the crappy journey back.
The trip back was just as bad as that on the way there except I managed some sleep and was sitting with Kel. The bog did pack up to but I don't remember that affecting me.
The weekend wasn't quite as bad as it sounds, I did get really stoned after all and legally. I also unwittingly smuggled 5 or so grams of decent quality weed back with me as I'd forgotten to remove it from my person before heading back. God just imagine if HM customs had boarded the coach wouldn't that just have been the icing on the cake but as it was I had some nice weed to smoke for a few days. The worst thing about the whole thing wasn't the mugging or my m8 going psycho on us or even the actual coach journey but it was the lack of sleep when we'd had when we were in Amsterdam. We were all exhausted, irritable and not really in the mood to smoke weed. How we didn't all keel over and fall asleep on the floor in the first coffee shop I'll never know.
Hopefully I'm gonna go back this summer but this time I'm gonna fly (its only £70 odd quid with easy jet anyway I think), stay for longer, have a nice hotel to sleep in, and go with people I know will enjoy getting really stoned as none of the guys I went with before were really into smoking. Oh and avoid quiet, badly lit canals on the edge of the red light district.
Don't let any of that put you off I know lots of other people who had a great time.
Xants
Interesting fact I also got mugged in Tenerife the only time I've been abroad since Amsterdam.