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Amsterdamage
http://www.amsterdamage.eu
Tales of debauchery and foolishness in Amsterdam, written by an Australian expat who has been struggling to come to terms with Dutch culture for longer than he cares to remember.
- Added on: Jun 19th, 2007
- Country: Netherlands
- Language: English
- Author: Andy Blackbourn
- Listed in: Society Culture
- Tags: Culture humour lifestyle drugs expat subculture
Recent Posts
First magic mushrooms; Korsakoff; and nazi skin heads. Part 1
On my travels around the city back in the early days I became intrigued by the many headshops that dotted the shopping landscape. Often they were sweet smelling, brightly coloured places designed to appeal to hippies and children under the age of 8...
New flat; new job; and Balduino moves in as girlfriend tries to kill him
Life was on the up and up in Amsterdam for me, and I could see things falling into place without the aid of a master plan, but rather just plain blind luck, and a girlfriend that worked for a social housing corporation. I'd started applying around fo...
New flat; new job; and Balduino moves in as girlfriend tries to kill him
Life was on the up and up in Amsterdam for me, and I could see things falling into place without the aid of a master plan, but rather just plain blind luck, and a girlfriend that worked for a social housing corporation. I'd started applying around fo...
World cup tears; and Balduino the love gun! (Part2)
Now the thing about European football was that I didn't really get it. In Bris-vegas rugby league was king and queen and soccer as we would call it wasn't even the poor mans uncle dressed up in shabby clothes and made to stand out in the rain. It w...
World cup tears; and Balduino the love gun! (Part2)
Now the thing about European football was that I didn't really get it. In Bris-vegas rugby league was king and queen and soccer as we would call it wasn't even the poor mans uncle dressed up in shabby clothes and made to stand out in the rain. It w...
World cup tears; and Balduino the love gun! (Part1)
It was July 7th in the intoxicated year of our Lord 1998. I had by this time moved into the flat of my new dutch girlfriend M* in a trendy new residental block in the east of the city. So far it had been 2 weeks of cohabitating bliss, but little di...
