crashing parties in Amsterdam

I think my favourite moment of the whole trip was when we decided to stop for a drink on our first night in Amsterdam. We were in the Red Light District and thoroughly sick of the creepy stares we were getting from the packs of men who were also wandering around (apparently thinking anything female that moved had a price tag), so I selected a bar that was quiet and had a handful of older people in it… Continue reading crashing parties in Amsterdam