Today was another early start. We needed to be packed and on the bus for a 7:30am departure from the hotel. This was also going to be our longest bus day of the entire tour. Not the longest commute between destinations that was Greece but was the longest distance travelled on the bus in a day. Rhian and I were one of the last to get onto the bus. We got stuck with two seats up the back behind the Brazilian girls. They left the seats reclined all day so neither Rhian or I had any leg room. Was worse than sitting on a plane. At least I had the isle.
Not much to tell about the bus ride. Some pretty scenery but that is about all. One item that was different was that each service stop on this day we needed to pay to use the toilets. This became annoying because even at the lunch stop if you went when you arrived you still had to pay again if you wanted to go again. Ticket was pointless unless you bought something from the shop to get back your $0.50 cents. Either way you just kept paying.
When we arrived in Amsterdam, before checking into our hotel we stopped at a family run Clogs and Cheese farm. We were given a short demonstration on how they make their cheese. Following we were lead into the next room with the owner who makes the clogs. Each clog only takes about three minutes to make because he just used a copy machine. The guy was very funny and had a real liking to the girls in the group. Rhian was nicknamed “The Happy Girl” Kim was nicknamed “The Little Tiger”. I think he had a name for all the girls. Pete was called the “Naughty Boy”. Some reference to the sex show we were going to later.
After the clogs demostration we were feed a slice of cheese as we went into the shop. The shop was full of tourist stuff. Not stuff they had made. I was also a little bit unsure about the clogs. Nothing in the store had the name of the place we were at. Not even the clogs. We didn’t end up buying anything at the store and got back on the bus for the hotel.
We eventually arrived at the hotel after six o’clock. Our hotel was actually a boat that was converted into a hotel. I was expecting the next two nights to be a dump but it was not really all that bad. Right outside our window was a submarine. Looked like it had been sitting there for a while. we had not more than twenty minutes to get ready to go into town for dinner and the sex show.
We caught a free ferry from next to the hotel into the city central station. The journey was only about ten minutes. Following our tour leader she lead us through the streets of Amsterdam to where we would be going to watch the sex show. We had around an hour to go find dinner and meet back on the bridge. Rhian and I had dinner across the road at an Itilian styled restraunt. We both had Pasta.
After dinner we went to the sex show. No you could not use phones cameras or any form of recording equipment. The first act was a pregnant looking woman that danced around undressed. Slapped a few guys and girls with her big boobs and also sprayed the audience with her breast milk. (She wasn’t pregnant, she had squirt bottle. Next 2 acts was a pole dancer. Then it was the main feature. Two people having sex. The guy was only a kid in his mid twenties maybe. The woman was an old fat lady. If it was porn on the hotel tv you would change the channel. Was more entertaining watching the reaction on the rest of the tour groups peoples faces.
The last act was another woman who pulled five guys from the two Top Deck tour groups onto stage. She made them eat a bananna out of her ******. Except for Eric who was meant to take it of her boobs but she kept teasing him and he got none.
After the sex show finished our tour guide walked us around the red light district. None of the women in the windows were all that great. Apparently on the weekends they are better. Or if the king is in town. Then you get the best of the best. After the walk around the red light district Rhian and I went back to the Botel while some others stayed out to experience Amsterdam.