Amsterdam is a weird but wonderful place, its like everyone has somewhere to be, an agenda and they have to abide by a certain way of getting there. It makes you question the population as you’re surrounded by bikes no matter what part you’re in, however there’s never a car out of sight either. The canals are endless and it’s very easy to walk in circles with all the little side allays. But it’s the perfect place to get away for a few days.

The most amusing thing I found was when walking round the city and when we stumbled around near the red light district it seemed that one street went, sex shop, waffle shop, sex shop, waffle shop, sex shop, waffle shop etc. I found it rather amusing. I don’t think ive ever seen that many waffle shops in my life.

But since were on the sex topic I might as well make this the sex part of Amsterdam. We accidently stumbled across the famous red light district the first time, we decided to take a turn and walk along the canal side when all of a sudden I noticed quite a few sex shops and strip clubs so it triggered in my head that we might be on the strip but it wasn’t confirmed until I turned my head and saw a lovely lady stood in the window.

We went back to our room and I expressed I wanted to walk down the red light district at night to see it in its full potential. Before we went back out I ended up reading articles on the girls in the red light district and an interview with a lovely lady who had worked in the scene for 15years. I ended up feeling fascinated around the culture that comes along with the district and how its changed over the years.

When taking a walk back down the district there were more girls out in the windows and I felt guilty for walking down just to look at them without wanting their service. But I also know if I did want their service they would 100% destroy me. So I felt it was best for both me and them that instead I stood there admiring there confidence and ability to work in an industry so harshly criticized.

There are many strip clubs and bars along the canal side and one is a booth style which I read about and would have loved to go in and see it however my wonderful partner is a Christian whom I respect and when we stumbled into the sex museum at the recommendation of my lovely friend Olivia, he wasn’t too amused, but maybe because we both found it a little confusing and gimmicky, I felt like I paid to go look at some porn images but with a bunch of other people looking with me. Also if you go can we please address how creepy one of the figures in in the ‘red light’ bit of the ‘museum’? if that creature had jumped out at me I think I might have cried. So thanks Olivia for that recommendation -.-

Final opinion, go down the red light district to admire those hard working ladies, try and avoid the sex museum.