No trip to Berlin, Germany, would be complete without some sort of activity that acknowledges the country’ history between 1918 and 1990. During a casual stroll through the city you will come across various museums and monuments, and a paved brick line that criss-crosses the city to outline where the Berlin Wall once stood. And as a solo traveler it is all well and good to stroll around, stopping in areas that catch your interest, but I honestly cannot more highly recommend signing up for a Third Reich Walking Tour if you get the chance.
What do you
think of when you think of Amsterdam? I confess that the only thing I actually knew about Amsterdam before I arrived was that you can consume marijuana at cafes and that there is a Red Light District. While I was vaguely aware of the canals and the bikes, these things were not what popped into my mind when I thought of the city. So what do yo do in Amsterdam besides getting high?
I realise that cities, by nature, are large and it can take you days to explore them, but there was just something about Prague that made its way into my heart and stayed there. I only had just over 24 hours to explore this city which is one of the down sides to being on a group tour, but I definitely made sure to make the most of it.
e’ve all see the pictures of the Szechenyi Baths. You know, the ones of the glorious, bright yellow buildings surrounding the crystal blue outdoor baths. No lie, when I found out that these baths were located in Budapest I was beyond excited since they just look so amazing. Throughout the 36 hour travel to get to Budapest I continually fantasized about visiting these baths, submerging myself in the lukewarm waters and relaxing the day away. What wasn’t included in my fantasy was the murky water of the indoor baths, the hundreds of people who had the same idea as me and the hair. The goddamned hair.
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.