Originally Posted by
Seekingasylum
I spent a week in Amsterdam in 1973 staying in a unisex sleep warehouse which had a market stall trading 24/7 in the sale of various types of hashish and ganja. It cost me around two guilden a night but sleep was elusive and my bunk bed was only useful as a place to stash my rucksack and rags. Dropped acid in Vondel Park and communed with nature amid naked and half naked hippies. I did however contrive to visit the Van Gogh gallery and Rijksmuseum. Even then the Ambonesian drug dealers were aggressive and an offer to buy some hash from them was a form of mugging. I think I had one meal the whole week, a rijstaffel thingy but did drink a lot of lager to stay hydrated and did spend sometime on Dam Sq but got bored with all the straights.
It was a week of hedonistic abandon.
Complaining about folk coming for the craic now is truly taking the piss. The Dutch youngsters, like all the Euro folk, flood into London of a weekend to get pissed, puke on the street in Soho, eat The Great British Sausage snorkers, puke on the streets in Soho, watch a football match, get pissed, puke on the street in Soho, eat more TGBS snorkers, get pissed more and puke on the street in Soho before fucking off back to Euroland.
Personally, Antwerp was the better venue, had all the attractions of Amsterdam but much less frenetic although there were no canals which could be a dealbreaker if canals were your thing.