Amsterdam
Of course, being a prominent city, A'dam has some rather nice hotels. Then again, it has... others. Such as that hotel, the name of which I can't remember [thankfully], which is about a stone's throw away from all manner of debauchery. Okay, that may sound fine if you're a tourist at the time booking it, but what if you're a bit ill, or fancy an early-ish night as you actually plan on doing something a bit cultural the next day? That's when it starts to get interesting; a hotel full of foreigners (many Brits) who, if they're not pissed, are doped up on substances they have little experience with, this is of course coupled with desperate women trying to earn a few bob on the streets and desperate men trying to be desperate women also trying to get by.

It's about then that the seediness of the residence begins to sink in, the slightly crusty carpet with god knows what in it, the bed you feel dirty to sleep in and the heckling of the weeded Londoners.

Now you may be wondering what part yours truly plays in this. Well, I've just spend a weekend in A'dam, flew in to R'dam with Transavia: we crash, you die! and with a lovely 4 hour delay, when I shoulda just gone with Easyjet to Schiphol. And so when I arrive at A'dam where do I find to stay? Oh, that's right, none other than a bed in an A'dam apartment in which the most beautiful girl I know sleeps for much of the year.

God, those hotels looked crap.
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Tue 22 Jan 2008, 14:40, Reply)