Day Two in Amsterdam: Van Gogh, Anne Frank and gyrating drag queens.
We woke up to another beautiful sunny day in Amsterdam. With a rough plan of what we wanted to do with our day and after a few circles and doodles on our city map, we were off.
It was shocking how terrible our sense of direction was in Amsterdam, despite an easy-to-read map and various road signs.
The first of the sightseeing on our list was the Van Gogh museum. I’m a massive fan of art. I can easily spend hours studying and reading into paintings. We arrived at the museum in the morning, thinking that we’d beat the crowds. But as we approached the museum, the queue told a different story. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s wasting valuable sightseeing time.
Having an intelligent boyfriend can help matters. He managed to purchase queue-jump tickets for a selected time period (and it was the same price of fifteen euros, too). So before we visited the art gallery, we killed some time here:
In my opinion, it should be a rule to take a typical tourist photo in front of this famous ‘Iamsterdam’ sign!
The sign is conviniently placed next door to the Van Gogh museum in an area with beautiful city scenery and surrounding museums. It was easy to forget that we were grown adults. Within five minutes we were mimicking the children around us; swinging, climbing and posing all over the oversized letters.
I recommend a trip to the sign. It’s fun, a great photo opportunity… just be prepared to push people off your letter of choice!
After a tiring half hour of acting like children, we settled down in a little restaurant with comfy bean bags to enjoy a massive burger. Being immature is hungry work!
Finally, it was time to say hello to Vincent.
One of the things I love most about Van Gogh is how versatile he is. When he first began delving into the world of art, he concentrated on drawings. It wasn’t until years later that he started to dabble with paint. He used oil paints and watercolours, was inspired by portraits and landscapes, used faint and bold colour… I love how he wasn’t afraid to take a step out of his comfort zone!
I spent a good couple of hours being an art geek…
‘I hope to do it better in time. I myself am very far from satisfied with this but, well, getting better must come through doing it and through trying it’.
Van Gogh even managed to interest my boyfriend (who doesn’t know a whole lot about art and, bless him, cannot draw for toffee).
Our next mission was to get ourselves to the Anne Frank House. On a normal day, this would be easy-peasy. During gay Pride? Not so easy.
It was fantastic to see everyone in society coming together to celebrate sexual diversity. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing and drag queens were pretty much everywhere you looked!
We carried on walking the heart-scattered streets of Amsterdam until we reached the Anne Frank House, which is located on Prisengracht (one of the three largest canals in the city, including Herengracht and Keizergracht).
If you haven’t read the Diary of Anne Frank… Then you must! It is one of the most moving novels that I have ever read. The fact that it is factual rather than fiction makes the story even harder hitting. Anne was ridiculously intelligent and level-headed, especially for her young age. Some of the sentences she came out with in her diary made my heart go funny when I read them. If you read the book, you’ll understand when I say that Anne may be one of the most inspirational, dignified heroines that I have ever encountered inside (and outside) a book.
You weren’t allowed to take photos inside the house (boo!) but I couldn’t resist taking a couple of cheeky snaps.
The first thing that came into my mind as we entered the house was, ‘how the hell did she stay cooped up in here for two years?!’ not only was she forced to stay indoors, but her and her family had to remain deadly quiet at all times. This seemed impossible… Everywhere I placed my feet, a floorboard would creak.
“I don’t want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death!”
I knew the trip to the house would be an emotional one, but nothing prepared me for when we walked into her bedroom and there were still posters and pictures hanging on the wall. She was just an innocent young girl who favoured film stars, loved riding a bike and wanted to have a normal childhood.
I would recommend booking the Anne Frank House one or two weeks in advance. We saw how long the queue was when we first arrived and believe me, we were very glad to have booked tickets prior to our trip! Tickets cost € 9.50 per adult… As far as I’m concerned, worth every penny!
We decided to make our way back to the hotel to prepare for our VERY exciting evening ahead (I will touch upon this little gem later), but we couldn’t resist a few snacks and some more sightseeing along the way.
Now, let me tell you about our evening we had planned. We had booked somewhere called the ‘Supper Club’ and we were advised to make an effort. So I wore this little number from Topshop:
Let me tell you a little bit about the Supper Club lounge. For starters, we were greeted by waitresses in corsets. Secondly, we were shown to our bed (yes, that is correct, a BED). We proceeded to order prosecco and yummy cocktails. Then, the fun began!
We were, quite frankly, loving life.
The meal consisted of five courses that were brought out between 8.30-11.30pm. In between the courses came meal-time entertainment. The first of our dining experience happened to be a man in a gimp mask who made his way around the beds (successfully) scaring the diners.
We absolutely loved it! It was unique, fun and extremely entertaining! The food was yummy…
The service was good…
And what really topped it off was that the restaurant conveniently turned into a nightclub between meals!
Other entertainment included a beautiful (body-envy inducing) pole dancer, a quirky drag queen and an eery Charlie Chaplin-esque dancer. What’s more, ladies made their way around the room offering massage services whilst you enjoyed the entertainment. ‘When in Amsterdam’ and all that…
I for one ADORED being served my meal whilst chilling out on a bed.
It was seventy euros per head, not including drinks. If you’re open minded, love to have fun and are looking for a completely different dining experience, then the Supper Club is for you! Book in advance to avoid disappointment.
After a cheeky dance on our bed, we made our way back to our hotel to get ready for our flight to Berlin the next day.
Until next time, Amsterdam.