I went to Rotterdam back in January with my lovely friend Emma. It was mostly Jacuzzi’s, street photography, and a trip to the Amsterdam sex museum. As you do.
So, the boat on the way there was wonderful. There was a bar, and a guy that played piano sporadically. So of course I got onto the coach at the other end sleep deprived and fragile. Coupling that with me listening to the last hour of E. Lockhart’s We Were Liars, and I became a sobbing mess in front of the entire group. And I’m not even sorry.
One of the reasons for the trip was research for a story I’m writing on, and I think I got so much weird experience that I don’t think anyone would believe me if I wrote about it. We passed a man on a motorbike taking his two parrots for a drive, which, in retrospect, I suppose was kind of strange?
The hotel was wonderful, with a harbour view and a sooper cool Jacuzzi.
We went to Amsterdam on the train for the day because, apparently, late January isn’t exactly tourist season in Rotterdam (whodathunkit?) Plus: research. The road crossings clicked at you like Predator, which was cool. The trains were double-decker, which blew my tiny mind. The sex museum was… well… I can wash and wash but I don’t think I’ll ever be clean. Everything you never wanted to EVER know about sex was there for all to see. Also – ancient phallic objects, a seven-foot penis, and animatronic prostitutes. *MY EYES.*
We also found an amazing skate shop so I pimped out my quads. Maybe the wings will make me go faster?
The boat on the way home was trying to kill me, I swear. We were watching Taken 3 in the cinema on board (not recommended, seasickness or not) and the world started swaying. Like, swinging so violently I thought we might capsize. It was about then that I realised why we got such a good price for the holiday. There was nothing for it but to lie down in bed and listen to Audible (Andy Weir’s The Martian. I DO recommend this, seasickness or not. Absolutely amazing.)