January Report
Posted: Wed 25th Jan 2012 05:52 pm
[quote="benstraat"]INTRODUCTION :
This was a different trip than usual for us, catching the late flight from Liverpool on Friday, to spend three nights in Amsterdam.
We usually travel through the week to keep costs down, however the flight was cheaper than usual, £48 return each, so we booked, and both looked forward to spending a full weekend in the place we love.
Together, it is our sixth trip, I have been previously with 'the lads'. However, the last six times have been in the best, travelling with my girlfriend.
Although, this trip report isn't a documentation of 'mongering' round De Wallen, we wanted to share our experience, and hope our report is useful, as the many other reports that have been useful for us.
TRAVEL :
The flight was perfect. Easyjet as usual, totally reccomended. We could never understand why anyone would fly with KLM from England, they are so expensive.
We caught the train as usual. My previous topic regarding safety, was enquring whether the train was safe at night and, it was. Very busy, but very safe and full of people from all walks of life.
Infact, it included to very irritating Italians, who were asking how to get to somewhere, and whether each individual stop was Central.
I was very tempted to say this is Central, and watch them get off at Lelylaan?, but I resisted.
Return ticket as per usual, excellent value compared to taxis.
HOTEL
The Bulldog. OK, it won't be to everyones taste on here, but for us it's perfect. Especially the fact that you can drink your own alcohol in the lobby and smoke. It means we can walk to the Albert Heijn, buy a bottle, and sit and get pissed with a few joints and talk to the staff, who will often join you for a drink and share a joint.
Also, Happy Hour 8-9pm there , makes a pint of Heiniken 2e.
However, the very best parts of staying in this hotel for us this time, was not only the view out of the window onto the canal but the people staying there.
We got friendly with a group of Irish lads, who provided first class entertainment for us. All of these boys had a cover up story so their family or girlfriends didn't know were they were, including one very tearful lad confessing to us after 12 pints that his Mrs. of 10 years, thought he was in the Irish Island of Knock for a weekend of prayer.
We first got talking to them over joining in a conversation we over heard, and it developed into a three day friendship.
With constant impressions of Father Ted characters, endless banter including one of the most drunken ones confessing to having a bottle of wine stashed behind his headboard and wait for it, one of the more confident ones asking the receptionist where he could find very short women, then signalled his hand to around the 3ft mark.
They also befriended an American traveller, by the name of Rob Maniaci, who drank with us one night. Every half an hour or so, the Irish decided to serenade this character with the chorus of the Flashdance soundtrack classic, 'Maniac', 'He's a maniac, maniac on the floor'.
He was indeed a maniac. My girlfriend, dished out the Jagermeister we bought, and on downing his shot, his face developed a severe rash and he clearly had an allergic reaction then he sloped off to bed soundtracked by the vocal of 'he's a maniac, maniac'.
Anyway, top banter to say the least, plenty of excellent one liners, for example, 'I come to this country with 400 euros, and I've spent 350 on hookers.'
A reccomended hotel, especially the dorms, which for the price that the lads said they had paid, brilliant, at 18 euros per night with breakfast.
THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT : :
De Wallen was it's usual self. Quiet by day. Busy by night. Neon signs and lights lining the inky canals, conversations and negotiations at kamer fronts ready for the listening ear, trolls on the streets psssting you for 'charliez' and 'coca', the Oude Kerk window tappers. It was the same as usual.
Although, this time, for the first time. It became a little robotic and samey for me, as an onlooker. Every girl seems to be a clone of the other and I can't believe I'm typing this but I got sick of seeing robotic stick thin fake breasted clone girls in neon bikinis.
Obviously a few stood out, however, the majority seem the same.
St.Annendwarstraat, the kamers directly opposite Sexyland, blondie, black glasses, a black dress on, tits didn't look fake.
Secondly, OudeZijds Achterburgwal, straight over the bridge when you come out of Stoofsteeg, and the first window there. Black all in on sideless costume type, with silver rings on it. Big blonde curled hair. She was very inviting to us, and wanted us to come in.
Oh, and a blonde on TS street, sorry to be so vague, but you know were I mean, the blue light street. I couldn't tell whether she was a TS, but she was getting a lot of attention, and she also took a shine to my girlfriend.
However, there was more chance of her getting the number 4 tram to Jupiter than me letting her unleash her 9 inch cock on what's mine.
Although for a TS, IF she was one, she was the most convincing one I've seen so far in 13 trips.
We also wandered the Singel area. Oude Neustraat,in particular and I was surprised this area was so dead. The women on there actually looked real, with real bodies, and all looked different, and in my eyes better.
I've heard a few talk aobut the Singel scene on here, and I'm surprised more don't use it, it seems the best place for experiences.
THE WEED :
Exodus Cheese - The Greenhouse - Smelliest, most potent, old school 'ched' known to man. 12.5e
Super Silver Haze - The Greenhouse - A known classic, light, sticky, citruisy buds. 14e
Super Lemon Haze - The Greenhouse - Didn't really do it for me. Looked the part though. Two big nugget buds, shiny and light, full of crystals, a nice weed but not very strong. 14 e
Reccomended bud server there though, he gave me a free grinder.
THE FOOD :
Wok to Walk - always worth a visit, you all know.
Burger Bar - new on Warmoestraat. Great service by the big black guy in there, he was a really friendly fella who seemed to like his job, he got a tip. I don't think the burgers are as amazing as what everyone makes out though. I'd reccomend it, and would go again, a great burger, but the chips were basic.
Next time I go I'm going to go when i'm very hungry and in the mood for 'meat' ( sounded a bit gay ) and get a 400g burger, with no chips.
Frit Point - Next to the Bulldog hotel. 5e for a big cone of chips, and a hot dog with as much sauce as you like on. Can't argue with that, and the fellas who work there are sound, especially putting up with the numerous drunks outside asking whether they can stroke their beard.
Albert Heijn downstairs, Gal and Gal off license - Jagermeister 35e for a 175ml bottle, not food I know but it goes down the same hole...
MISCELLANEOUS / FUNNY SIGHTS :
There were several, I'll just quickly run down them by number.
1) First night, in the hotel, she informs me there's somebody shagging outside. I was sceptical, but took a closer look and in the house oppposite us, that looks to be split up into indivudal flats / apartments, there was a man standing behind a woman who was leaning on the window.
To cut a long story short, he had no trousers on, and was slotting her one from behind, knowing we were watching.
I kept my eye on the same place all weekend, and seen the woman with no kecks on the next night.
It seemed like the house rule over there, was no kecks.
Either way, good viewing.
2) There is an American guy, who I often see around De Wallen. He seems like he's had too much of the wrong thing, and is on first impression a drug addict. Although, everytime I see him he is sober, and hanging around tourists giving them advice. I avoided him, because I've had encounters with him before. However, I listened into his conversation were he was pointing a vulnerable looking middle aged man, down past the Bulldog in the direction of Central Station, claiming 'there is 90 streets down that way,all lined with 100s of girls.'
No doubt after this asking for a fee for this wrong information. I'm sure you have seen him before.
3) Seconds after this, we are leaving the 'Sexy Amsterdam' sex shop in the canal, and a boyish looking tall chubby faced teenager with glasses enters the shop, and asks my girlfriend very cheerfully, 'GOOD SHOP!?' with a slightly menacing attitude. To which I replied, 'alright mate yeah' and looked at him very stern and blank, and he just mooched off. We saw him a couple of times after this over the weekend, to which I loudly said 'GOOD SHOP?' everytime he walked past. Strange creature.
4) Plenty of 'drug dealers' as usual, however not as much as I used to remember, nearly ten years ago. A 6''4, mixed raced chap walked past us and offered us the usual pitch, and seemed to re-act semi-aggresively when we blanked him, to which my girl declared he should 'FUCK OFF' very loudly. The mouthy bitch could have got me killed. He left us alone anyway. Although, I've told a few of the smaller ones to fuck off myself.
We have come to the conclusion that they are just looking for a tiny bit of weakness, confusion or interest in their pitch that they can play on and exploit money. They're bastards really, I've got no time for them. Because for the more intimidated tourist, they could make for a bad night.
My tip is make it clear that they are getting no money off you, when they say 'charlie?', I usually give it the 'NO THANKS MATEY!' very loudly so it makes them stand out as weak and they either laugh or walk very fast away.
I mean, they're cheeky to say the least, 11am on Monday morning on the Kalverstraat, right outside a clothes shop, offering me 'coca'. As if I'm going to whip out my wallet and say, 'oh yeah I'll take the lot'.
5) Crack head smoking crack or crystal meth on a bench at around the same time in the morning outside the Bulldog souveneir shop, then screaming at the sky just after it and waving his arms about. The loon.
Anyway, can't wait to go back.
Thanks for reading]
This was a different trip than usual for us, catching the late flight from Liverpool on Friday, to spend three nights in Amsterdam.
We usually travel through the week to keep costs down, however the flight was cheaper than usual, £48 return each, so we booked, and both looked forward to spending a full weekend in the place we love.
Together, it is our sixth trip, I have been previously with 'the lads'. However, the last six times have been in the best, travelling with my girlfriend.
Although, this trip report isn't a documentation of 'mongering' round De Wallen, we wanted to share our experience, and hope our report is useful, as the many other reports that have been useful for us.
TRAVEL :
The flight was perfect. Easyjet as usual, totally reccomended. We could never understand why anyone would fly with KLM from England, they are so expensive.
We caught the train as usual. My previous topic regarding safety, was enquring whether the train was safe at night and, it was. Very busy, but very safe and full of people from all walks of life.
Infact, it included to very irritating Italians, who were asking how to get to somewhere, and whether each individual stop was Central.
I was very tempted to say this is Central, and watch them get off at Lelylaan?, but I resisted.
Return ticket as per usual, excellent value compared to taxis.
HOTEL
The Bulldog. OK, it won't be to everyones taste on here, but for us it's perfect. Especially the fact that you can drink your own alcohol in the lobby and smoke. It means we can walk to the Albert Heijn, buy a bottle, and sit and get pissed with a few joints and talk to the staff, who will often join you for a drink and share a joint.
Also, Happy Hour 8-9pm there , makes a pint of Heiniken 2e.
However, the very best parts of staying in this hotel for us this time, was not only the view out of the window onto the canal but the people staying there.
We got friendly with a group of Irish lads, who provided first class entertainment for us. All of these boys had a cover up story so their family or girlfriends didn't know were they were, including one very tearful lad confessing to us after 12 pints that his Mrs. of 10 years, thought he was in the Irish Island of Knock for a weekend of prayer.
We first got talking to them over joining in a conversation we over heard, and it developed into a three day friendship.
With constant impressions of Father Ted characters, endless banter including one of the most drunken ones confessing to having a bottle of wine stashed behind his headboard and wait for it, one of the more confident ones asking the receptionist where he could find very short women, then signalled his hand to around the 3ft mark.
They also befriended an American traveller, by the name of Rob Maniaci, who drank with us one night. Every half an hour or so, the Irish decided to serenade this character with the chorus of the Flashdance soundtrack classic, 'Maniac', 'He's a maniac, maniac on the floor'.
He was indeed a maniac. My girlfriend, dished out the Jagermeister we bought, and on downing his shot, his face developed a severe rash and he clearly had an allergic reaction then he sloped off to bed soundtracked by the vocal of 'he's a maniac, maniac'.
Anyway, top banter to say the least, plenty of excellent one liners, for example, 'I come to this country with 400 euros, and I've spent 350 on hookers.'
A reccomended hotel, especially the dorms, which for the price that the lads said they had paid, brilliant, at 18 euros per night with breakfast.
THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT : :
De Wallen was it's usual self. Quiet by day. Busy by night. Neon signs and lights lining the inky canals, conversations and negotiations at kamer fronts ready for the listening ear, trolls on the streets psssting you for 'charliez' and 'coca', the Oude Kerk window tappers. It was the same as usual.
Although, this time, for the first time. It became a little robotic and samey for me, as an onlooker. Every girl seems to be a clone of the other and I can't believe I'm typing this but I got sick of seeing robotic stick thin fake breasted clone girls in neon bikinis.
Obviously a few stood out, however, the majority seem the same.
St.Annendwarstraat, the kamers directly opposite Sexyland, blondie, black glasses, a black dress on, tits didn't look fake.
Secondly, OudeZijds Achterburgwal, straight over the bridge when you come out of Stoofsteeg, and the first window there. Black all in on sideless costume type, with silver rings on it. Big blonde curled hair. She was very inviting to us, and wanted us to come in.
Oh, and a blonde on TS street, sorry to be so vague, but you know were I mean, the blue light street. I couldn't tell whether she was a TS, but she was getting a lot of attention, and she also took a shine to my girlfriend.
However, there was more chance of her getting the number 4 tram to Jupiter than me letting her unleash her 9 inch cock on what's mine.
Although for a TS, IF she was one, she was the most convincing one I've seen so far in 13 trips.
We also wandered the Singel area. Oude Neustraat,in particular and I was surprised this area was so dead. The women on there actually looked real, with real bodies, and all looked different, and in my eyes better.
I've heard a few talk aobut the Singel scene on here, and I'm surprised more don't use it, it seems the best place for experiences.
THE WEED :
Exodus Cheese - The Greenhouse - Smelliest, most potent, old school 'ched' known to man. 12.5e
Super Silver Haze - The Greenhouse - A known classic, light, sticky, citruisy buds. 14e
Super Lemon Haze - The Greenhouse - Didn't really do it for me. Looked the part though. Two big nugget buds, shiny and light, full of crystals, a nice weed but not very strong. 14 e
Reccomended bud server there though, he gave me a free grinder.
THE FOOD :
Wok to Walk - always worth a visit, you all know.
Burger Bar - new on Warmoestraat. Great service by the big black guy in there, he was a really friendly fella who seemed to like his job, he got a tip. I don't think the burgers are as amazing as what everyone makes out though. I'd reccomend it, and would go again, a great burger, but the chips were basic.
Next time I go I'm going to go when i'm very hungry and in the mood for 'meat' ( sounded a bit gay ) and get a 400g burger, with no chips.
Frit Point - Next to the Bulldog hotel. 5e for a big cone of chips, and a hot dog with as much sauce as you like on. Can't argue with that, and the fellas who work there are sound, especially putting up with the numerous drunks outside asking whether they can stroke their beard.
Albert Heijn downstairs, Gal and Gal off license - Jagermeister 35e for a 175ml bottle, not food I know but it goes down the same hole...
MISCELLANEOUS / FUNNY SIGHTS :
There were several, I'll just quickly run down them by number.
1) First night, in the hotel, she informs me there's somebody shagging outside. I was sceptical, but took a closer look and in the house oppposite us, that looks to be split up into indivudal flats / apartments, there was a man standing behind a woman who was leaning on the window.
To cut a long story short, he had no trousers on, and was slotting her one from behind, knowing we were watching.
I kept my eye on the same place all weekend, and seen the woman with no kecks on the next night.
It seemed like the house rule over there, was no kecks.
Either way, good viewing.
2) There is an American guy, who I often see around De Wallen. He seems like he's had too much of the wrong thing, and is on first impression a drug addict. Although, everytime I see him he is sober, and hanging around tourists giving them advice. I avoided him, because I've had encounters with him before. However, I listened into his conversation were he was pointing a vulnerable looking middle aged man, down past the Bulldog in the direction of Central Station, claiming 'there is 90 streets down that way,all lined with 100s of girls.'
No doubt after this asking for a fee for this wrong information. I'm sure you have seen him before.
3) Seconds after this, we are leaving the 'Sexy Amsterdam' sex shop in the canal, and a boyish looking tall chubby faced teenager with glasses enters the shop, and asks my girlfriend very cheerfully, 'GOOD SHOP!?' with a slightly menacing attitude. To which I replied, 'alright mate yeah' and looked at him very stern and blank, and he just mooched off. We saw him a couple of times after this over the weekend, to which I loudly said 'GOOD SHOP?' everytime he walked past. Strange creature.
4) Plenty of 'drug dealers' as usual, however not as much as I used to remember, nearly ten years ago. A 6''4, mixed raced chap walked past us and offered us the usual pitch, and seemed to re-act semi-aggresively when we blanked him, to which my girl declared he should 'FUCK OFF' very loudly. The mouthy bitch could have got me killed. He left us alone anyway. Although, I've told a few of the smaller ones to fuck off myself.
We have come to the conclusion that they are just looking for a tiny bit of weakness, confusion or interest in their pitch that they can play on and exploit money. They're bastards really, I've got no time for them. Because for the more intimidated tourist, they could make for a bad night.
My tip is make it clear that they are getting no money off you, when they say 'charlie?', I usually give it the 'NO THANKS MATEY!' very loudly so it makes them stand out as weak and they either laugh or walk very fast away.
I mean, they're cheeky to say the least, 11am on Monday morning on the Kalverstraat, right outside a clothes shop, offering me 'coca'. As if I'm going to whip out my wallet and say, 'oh yeah I'll take the lot'.
5) Crack head smoking crack or crystal meth on a bench at around the same time in the morning outside the Bulldog souveneir shop, then screaming at the sky just after it and waving his arms about. The loon.
Anyway, can't wait to go back.
Thanks for reading]
