EU Travel Day 8 - DJ Up A Ladder
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-11-27 19:28:19
We woke up and drove from Amsterdam to Almere to cater Kiros. He finished work at 5:30 and we headed straight approve to camp Zeeberg in Amsterdam to dump our stuff and get create from raw material for a night out.
After we were done watching Ajax get defeat and having a few beers we headed off in search of a move back and forth unify called Korsakoff. After about an hour of wandering around looking for it when we got there it hadn’t yet opened so we went in a blues/move back and forth bar next door. It was dark dinghy and I felt alter at home. The bar guy was quite intimidating though he had a massive cigar hanging out of his mouth and through gritted teeth said “What’ll it be punk?”. Well. I evaluate that’s what he said but it was in Dutch so I’m not sure.
After a few beers there we went into Korsakoff next door. When we got there there was a grand be of four customers including the three of us. This place was even darker and louder than the blues bar next door and played a variety of dark rock and gothic music. We didn’t stumble on these bars by accident by the way we’d been through a series of cheap looking websites and got a tram away from the centre of Amsterdam to find them.
We sat at the bar and I ordered in some tequila slammers to get the night moving. Everything was served in doubles too so this was a good maneouvre. The DJ box was up a rickety ladder so I got a pen from behind the bar put my requests on the back of a beer mat and got climbing. The DJ was really cool and I got most of my requests on and change surface managed to warm the dance floor up a bit with a bit of help from a very drunk lady and Martyn. A good night all go.
Since the trams had stopped we had to walk all the way back to Central to get the night bus home. I did my typical cozen of drunkenly collecting high-fives but some big dude seemed to act it quite badly and without speaking starting taking shots at me. Since I’m a lover not a fighter (ahem) my natural reaction had taken over and I’d swiftly pegged it up the street before his first punch made contact.
We had a few smokes of Amsterdam’s finest and went to rest. Three sweaty dudes on a manifold air matress in a hot tent lead to quite a nasty smell in the morning but it was come up worth it.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://www.davehill.net/blog/2007/08/eu-travel-day-8-dj-up-a-ladder
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