The following entry is the continuation of last week’s post.

Amsterdam, The Netherlands - the land of windmills.
There is a, if you like, the good side of the city and then there is also the ‘wild’ side. And most of the people see the ‘wild’ side of it. I mean, who doesn’t know Amsterdam is well-known for its legalised ‘coffee shops’, red-light district and kinky stuff sold all over the place. So, for this entry, I will just touch briefly the ‘wild’ side of the city.
For the naïve travelers, please do not be confuse when you stumble upon a coffee shop in Amsterdam - you might want to go somewhere else for a cup coffee because the local coffee shop don’t do coffee. In Amsterdam, cannabis is tolerated by the local authorities. An establishment that advertised itself as coffee shop is definitely no local Starbucks. It’s probably selling cannabis and if you mistaken it for coffee, it might be in for an adventure.
Everyone knows there is a Sex Museum in Amsterdam. And like they never learn anything about sex in their life – they go to the Museum for additional sex education.
Once, you’ve acquired the sex knowledge – you may want to visit the scores of sex shop hidden along the alleys within the city center. In fact, for this entry, I won’t even bother to leave the address for you – you can go on an adventure to discover these shops yourselves.
There are also lots of sex theaters and pep shows – which I can’t comment much because we didn’t go there. However, some of my female friends did visit a sex theatre and they did suggest its worth going since you don’t travel to Amsterdam everyday (hey – its personal opinion). Nevertheless, its really weird to go into a sex theatre with my dad, so I thought I would skip it.
Then there is the main attraction which everyone been shouting about – the Red-light District. We took a walking tour to De Wallen, the largest and best-known red-light district amongst tourist (under the supervision of Kay). The area comprises of alleys with hundreds (can’t confirm since I wasn’t counting) tiny one-room rented by female prostitutes offering their services behind a glass door with red light on top of the door. Sorry guys, we can’t snap any photo. So, I can’t share our walking tour experience with you.
Something tells me it's going to hurt a lot

Anyone for a chocolate?
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