Traveling with Mr. Golden Underwear.
We arrived in Holland and went straight to Anne Frank’s House. (Props to some brave goys for hiding Anne and family). Unfortunately, you have to buy tickets 1-2 months in advance to get in. Amsterdamnit! On the positive side, they offered us free WiFi. So, if Anne were to write her diary today, it would likely be posted on Snapchat and Facebook. Next, we took a canal boat ride buying a 48-hour pass. Since you sit in an enclosed boat, it pretty much rivaled the thrill of a ride in the car, so that was a waste of Euros. Amsterdamnit! Next, we went to Rembrandt Square (Picasso’s Cube was closed) and on to a hip area called the 9 streets. We had a delicious Dutch Pancake. It makes me ponder the International in the name of International House of Pancakes, when they don’t have this delicacy or nary a crepe. They don’t deserve to be called IHOP any more (Oh wait, Karma changed their name to IHOB. Can’t wait for the Yemen Goat Burger). As soon as we finished, the rain hit, Amsterdamnit!, so we returned to the ship.
We headed back to the 9 streets. I will say that I have never been in a livelier city for nightlife or to see Ladies of the Nightlife. It may surpass Vegas. Of course, we ventured into the Red Light District. (“How much is that girlie in the window?”) When it comes to my vice spectrum, I’m certainly less Red Light District and more Blue Plate Special. Speaking of fine dining establishments, we saw an Indian Restaurant in the Red Light District called Kama Sutra. Unless one of the positions is samosa, count me out! Anyway, we returned to the ship where we immersed our full bodies under the hand sanitizer and like Roxanne, we don’t have to put on the Red Light!
Rubber Chicken 