Amsterdam continued...

The night of the 14th was the craziest I had experienced in a looooong time. It was a Tuesday night and you would have thought it was a weekend. The coffeeshops were packed. That's not saying much, since most only have a dozen seats. The bars were full of people from all over the globe. People were partying - hard.

I strolled in, to the hotel, after midnight and slid between the sheets. The couple in the next room were between the sheets too. By four am I'm sure they had ripped all the sheets off the bed, pushed the thin mattresses out of the way and were rubbing the varnish off of the wood bed frame, with their naked bodies. My journal says, "4am March 15th HOLY CRAP!!! They're going at it again."

They weren't shy, that's for sure. Their voices echoed down the alley way. I heard him finish for I think the fourth time and thought that I might make it to dawn, when I hear her start to moan again. Wow, what a man. Once she started getting loud again, I got up, got dressed and went out for a walk. I already had 7 or 8 hours of sleep that day and knew I wouldn't get back to sleep, with the guinness book of world record setters, next door.

At 4:30 am, Amsterdam is a quiet city. Only street cleaners, which seem to work around the clock, with their witch style broom sticks (with green bristles) and the street sweeper truck moving slowly behind them, sucking up whatever they sweep in its path, were out and about. I walked for a while and saw the tourist areas, without any tourists. I strolled a few of the red light areas and this was about the only place I saw other people. Some window shopping, and the women behind the windows. I wondered if there were any late night sale prices.

I found myself at the Dam, and I admired the monument. A big phallus symbol, I assume to help people find the biggest red light district. "Walk that way until you see the giant penis and turn left. Once you see lots neon colored women standing in windows - you are there."

The monument has a date of 1940. Look at how they made the number 4 back then. Looks like an S, that could be used in SS. Hmmmm, where was Hilter when this was 'erected?'



I went back to the hotel to freshen up and have breakfast. As I approached the my room, I could hear that the neighbors were quiet. As I turned my key, their door also opened and a woman stepped out, fully dressed, with a little rolling bag. Tall, thin, brown hair, brown eyes - yes I looked. I slowly stepped into my room as my two male neighbors thanked her for a wonderful night. As I closed the door, I reminded myself that I wasn't in Kansas anymore.











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