Amsterdam. The city of bicycles, tourist debauchery and tall, skinny buildings. I confess that when I went to Amsterdam I expected to see sex, drugs and maybe some rock ‘n’ roll. What I wasn’t expecting was to have my eyeballs seared out of my brain. What I wasn’t expecting was to be witness to a sex show. A sex show where my brother became the presenter’s favourite crowd participant.
Earlier this year I was blessed with the opportunity to travel to Egypt for 2 weeks. While there I went hot air ballooning, and what started as a magical experience quickly turned deadly.
I went on a cruise when I was half way through my teaching degree. For me it was a bit of a celebration that I was half way there, and while I had a good time there were a number of things that I discovered that I’ve always thought would be useful information for people out there new to cruising.
Gather around and let me tell you a story. A story of confusion. A story of disgust. A story of hysterical laughter. Let me tell you of the time I had a spa treatment in Egypt.