The RLD

(since you get arrested in the RLD if you are taking pictures, we bring you the RLD for birds!)


So where are we living in this crazy town?  About two American football fields away from the Red Light District.  I really don’t have a problem with this area.  Its quiet charming actually, think a hybrid version of Vegas and the Epcot World Showcase.  Think window shopping in Boston, except the mannequins are alive, and they are selling themselves.   Pretty neat huh?  Supposedly 50 EUROs will get you 20 minutes of pure sin.  Errrrr : /

However, with these live mannequins, comes the prospective buyers, and this my friend is where the problem lies.  Its all fun and games until you are a girl trying to walk home at night, and the “customers” are traipsing along in herds.   They are in such a different world that they forget that WE are not for sale.

Needless to say, Adverbarbie is now going to have to engage the Cinderella rule: get home before midnight, because otherwise the magic of Amsterdam is wearing off. The bad guys are out to play, and we will not be leaving the same way we arrived.

After a particularly rough walk home, we dipped into our neighborhood bar, and asked some18 year olds (who were obviously enjoying a spliff), how you say “piss off” in Dutch.   They promptly told us...

“Rrrrot OP” (no idea how it’s spelled, its just how you say it :D )