The moment had arrived to check out the eye-opening Red Light District, where the creative and the wacky come together on narrow cobbled streets, 24/7. My last night in Amsterdam became pretty authentic. Wandering along the canals, I experienced Amsterdam’s coffee shops, museums, and quirky, cool boutiques.
When in Amsterdam, right? The next thing I knew I was in the middle of a live Sex Show. That’s right. Our guide brought us to see the show to get a true, Red Light District experience. It was bizarre and as shocking as you’d expect. I remember concentrating on the stage with a “What the hell am I watching?” stare, and as I looked around at my travel friends, everyone was sucking on phallic shaped suckers, including myself. The whole thing was simply a once in a lifetime experience: one I was glad to experience, but also one I don’t have any intention of replicating.
After the show ended, we walked through the very narrow alleys of the Red Light District and saw several prostitutes: women of a vast variety, smiling and beckoning at us, tapping the windows.
I even saw seven men – yes, seven – pile in through one of the doors after a lengthy negotiation with a single prostitute.
I leaned over a bridge railing, spanning a canal, and observed the Red Light District in all its glory. The drunkenness, the drugs, the prostitutes, the noise, the colour.
As I looked down the canal, I heard a tapping to my left.
The very scantily clad woman in the window had me in her sights, and she was tapping on her window to get my attention.