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So over June, I headed out to Amsterdam as a birthday present, a place I’ve been wanting to get back since heading their for a mates birthday weekend but not really seeing much of the city.

After 4 hours sleep on the Thursday night due to the Mundial launch, worth it, we headed to the airport for a 7AM flight, crackers eh. We landed in Ansterdam aiport and got a double decker train to Grand Central. It’s not often you can say that. We used airbnb to book our apartment and it came up trumps with an apartment only 3 train stops from Centraal.



The first day we headed into the city centre and just spent the day taking in the great architecture and surroundings. After an hour or so we headed to the Anne Frank House, but with a queue that looked like it would take over an hour, we headed for a drink. We then headed over to Vondelpark to people watch before the football at night, where I actually got sunburn, how many people do you know who got sunburn in Amsterdam? I’m normally a bronze god. We grabbed some food at Burger Meister then headed for more drinks (wheeey LADS) and onto a huge fan park for the football. The atmosphere was mad, with a sea of orange jumping, singing, just generally being mad bastards. When Alonso scored that penalty it went a bit quiet and saw the only Dutch Spain fan nearly get chinned by an Ajax Ultra. Then, Van Persie pulled out that unreal header and the place erupted. As goal after goal going in everyone just seemed to get even madder with a DJ playing songs every time a goal went in. It was absolutely brilliant, an experience I’d recommend to anyone.














On the second day we headed into the centre again to take in more of the city and you can easily spend hours just wandering around looking at the buildings. We were recommended the Sex Museum and as it was only £4, we thought we might as well. Walking around the city we came across Patta, so headed in and had a look around then on to Seventyfive which had some great trainers in but little funds meant no trainers. After heading back to the apartment to get changed we went to one of many Argentinian steakhouses and had one of the nicest steaks I’ve had, it was near Patta actually so if you’re ever visiting head there. After missing Uruguay getting beat by Costa Rica, we then went to watch the Italy vs. England game near Vondelpark. After being let down by England we had a walk around the Red Light district, which is one of the most surreal experience I’ve had. People with kids, police, greasy old man walking up and down, but it’s the norm over there so each to their own, it’s still quite bizarre, it got to about 1ish until we retired back to our aparment and packed ready to head home the next day.










As I’m not very good with words, this write up doesn’t do it justice but it really is a great city with ace people, ace food and absolutely stunning scenery.