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Posted: 27 Oct 04, 10:17 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Hi fellers! me and my friends are going on a weekend trip to Amsterdam or London.But witch of them are great before Chrismas? i never been to London or Amsterdam so been nice with both of them but we cant really afford of it.Help me out!


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Posted: 27 Oct 04, 11:10 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

I am more afraid of Wouter Bos...

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Posted: 27 Oct 04, 11:40 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Right ok, here we go................

Amsterdam, Ive been there twice myself, 2002, 2003. My parents got back from Amsterdam just this monday and asked how I coped because it was so expensive!! In the last 18 months the cost of a pint of beer has doubled! £4 a pint! I was paying £2.20 in May last year, my folks paid £4 in the same bar as I like, I recommended it! Last year I paid £85 for 3 nights in a hotel, my folks paid £140 for 2 nights! A taxi from Schippol (correct spelling??) Airport to the city centre cost us 18 euros. It cost my folks 40! So, Amsterdam seems to be catching on with the UK!

London, my favourite place in the world besides Italy! Its a lot bigger than Amsterdam, you can buy an all day rail card for about £8 and use it on any line. There is a Hell of a lot more to see in London, (no prositutes in windows though unfortunately) and its absolutely buzzing 24/7. I would without a doubt choose London over Amsterdam any day.


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Posted: 27 Oct 04, 12:17 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

I always liked London. A VERY big city with a whole lot of activities. But my sister in law went to London last Christmas and according to her, except from going out, there wasn't much to do between Christmas and New Year. Didn't verify it myself though. =)

It's true that Amsterdam is smaller, but I never thought it was lacking in activities. I spent a couple of weekends there and always had a blast.

Personally I'd go to Amsterdam. But really, I don't think that there is a 'wrong' descision when you have to choose between them.

P.s. One thing that's nice about London... You can go see a footballmatch on Christmasday.

P.s.2. Bakkelende and his companions are WAY scarier than Wouter Bos. :P


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Posted: 27 Oct 04, 18:21 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

london all da way , baby!!!

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Posted: 27 Oct 04, 19:45 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

Traveller wrote:

I am more afraid of Wouter Bos...


Not mess with Wouter Bos :(

I would recommend London, in Amsterdam is christmas least celebrated


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Posted: 02 Nov 04, 15:21 Edit this post Reply to this post Reply with Quote

You obviously missed by Amsterdam review earlier this year. Here it is for you again - it may go some way towards explaining why I would vote for London in this particular debate...
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First of all, let's cut to the chase: All those folk who presumed I was off to Amsterdam to fill my boots whoremongering don't know Flashy, and I believe an apology is in order. In fact, you'd better fall to your knees and weep for forgiveness. You won't receive a jot, but the sight would do me the power of good.
I know what you're thinking, gentle Reader: Our hero Flash in the vice capital of the world, with totty on tap and he doesn't touch a drop? Well, I freely admit that 'virtue' and 'saving grace' are two characteristics that I glory in not possessing a single ounce of. But the day I pay for it is the day I hang up my stirrups and finally retire to stud. Besides, it was that damned cold that I just couldn't get a 'perk-on'. If I hadn't taken my jacket, it would probably have been the end of me.
It very nearly was for Sir Archie Leach. I'm sure he won't mind me telling you as long as you promise to stifle your guffaws and feign anguish. For a moment I thought he'd popped his clogs and let's face it - if you're gonna pop 'em, Amsterdam is the best place for it.
One minute we were sat in a bar agreeing odds on who would be the first to saddle one up (the smart money being on me, naturally), the next minute Archie was up and making a dash for the exit. 'By thunder, he's keen', thinks I before giving chase. If he was going to be the first to perform the Capital Act, I wanted to see him go in with my own eyes before settling any bets.
Well, he got as far as one of the madame's booth windows, but handing over 50 big ones was, for once, the last thing on his mind. He'd been sampling some of the local herblife, and had puffed away with merry abandonment to the astonishment of the town's more regular patrons, before deciding that a bit of fresh air would be just the ticket to clear the old noggin and thus avoid a potential 'white-out' situation.
Doctor Flashman, an old hand at such things, tried to bring him round first with sound reason and then with a little violence, before Archie's eyes disappeared into his skull and he collapsed in a heap convulsing like a freshly neutered whippet. It crossed my mind to make a bolt for it. After all - propped up by a tart's window would be a fine Rock 'n Roll end by anyone's standards. But the old hound owed me a pint, so I did the gentlemanly thing and checked his wallet for signs of life. There's no quicker way of bringing a chap to his senses and he was soon back on his feet staring wildly into space at Lord knows what. Suffice to say, the long trek back to the hotel made 'Dawn Of The Dead' look like the Teddy Bear's Picnic. Avoiding falling into the stinking canals and maniac cyclists at every turn ain't easy at the best of times. Throw in a few dozen coloured hoodlums asking if you wanted Charlie, and you can understand why our staggering patient started to experience flashbacks to Nam.
He's a tough old egg though is our Archie, and not 12 hours later he was back down the rat-runs, sniffing out a likely trollop. His search proved fruitless however, as the Sunday Selection ranged from rancid to rank.
My advice if you're planning a trip to this illicit den of iniquity is this: Only visit the sex shows if you enjoy watching seven different varieties of the missionary position, and if you must take in a peep show, the reason it's only 2 Euros is because marigolds ain't provided and you're very likely to break your neck slipping on Manjuice.
It's a beach holiday next time, methinks.



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