阿姆斯特丹 CS Host Anousja
Amsterdam CS Host Anousja
我們順利扺達鬧市，Anousja帶我到了一間New Age店，店內有各式New Age書籍、圖畫、衣服等，最特別是收銀台的玻璃櫃，光明正大地陳列各式「草」，真不愧是荷蘭！
幸好第二晚Anousja睡得好，第三晚Anousja外宿，倒是她的女性朋友來屈蛇，女性朋友也寜願不睡梳化、不睡在暖氣旁，我們又第一晚見面就同床而睡，她很晚才到，很早就離開，第一句Hi and Goodnight，第二句Good Morning and Good Bye，我連她的樣子也未看好，她就消失了，只剩陣陣餘温在床上，荷蘭真是個瘋狂國度啊，連續兩晚兩人「一夜睡」，破哂紀錄啦（笑）
So sorry I have drawn you ugly…
This is Anousja. She is my CS Host in Amsterdam. She is a really pretty bonita. It is my fault that I can’t capture her beauty into my painting, it’s all my fault…
This picture was drawn in a rush for just 20 minutes. It’s totally not enough for a non-genius painter such as myself. It is such a pity that I have a beautiful model but can’t come up with good images. It’s really a pity…Anousja is traveling in South America now (Autumn 2016). Hope we can meet again in the future and draw again～
I drew the picture in a hurry because we had to go to pubs ：）
I seldom go to pubs in Hong Kong but here I am in the lawful prostitute and lawful marijuana Holland and with a local friend, of course I have to check it out：）
The journey from home to pub is already an adventure. It was late night and public transport was in a sparse service. We rode on a bike. But there was only ONE bike so we were 2 people on A bike.
There was a little flat ‘seat’ on the back of Anousja’s bike. My waist bends and nearly broken no matter I put each leg on one side or 2 legs on one side. It was early autumn in Amsterdam. Wind blows and scratches. I was like a baby kagaroo putting my cold hands into the pockets of Anousja’s jumper.
Anousja has to pay attention on the road traffic and my heavy weight in the back seat. I really own lots of thanks you to Mother Kagaroo Anousja!
Thanks god we safely arrived in downtown. Anousja took me to a New Age Shop. There are all kinds of New Age stuff such as books, pictures, clothes…etc The most special thing is in the glass cabinet near the cashier: lots of different kinds of ‘weed’ are openly displaying. It’s really Holland!
We then went to a cheese shop. The cheese and milk products in the Netherlands just like the chocolate in Belgium. They are the pride of a nation. That cheese store has free tasting and there are lots of different kinds of cheese. Any imagined flavor can be found in this cheese store. The salty Sea Salt Cheese and the spicy Chili Cheese were very special. It’s really Holland! x2
There is still a little bit of time before meeting up with Anousja’s friends so we head to the pubs street. Anousja said she always (on somebody’s ID card) go pubbing when she was a teenager. She loves the strong music and the wild alcohol but she is ‘old’ now and focus on working and saving money for her traveling.
We didn’t stay in a particular pub. We keep changing pubs. Pubs are usually free entry and charged when ordering foods or drinks.
Some pubs would have a free drink (with alcohol) for ladies. Pubs with free drinks would have 3 to 4 strong building guys standing in the front door and giving out free drinks tickets for ladies. The strong building guys are profession on recognizing faces. Ladies can re-enter the pubs for free but without a free drink ticket.
We entered a ‘Dancing Pub’ with free drinks for ladies. The music were super loud with dim light. Anousja love dancing. She started twisting her body when music started. There are mainly young boys and girls in the dancing pub. The dance floor is a big selling point for this pub.
I liked the jazz pub next door more. It was free entry (when intermission) without free drinks. The decoration in this jazz pub was elegant. There are lots of art & cultural activities on the notice board. There is a live band show timetable (charge may apply) and playing jazz background music without a live show. The people here were a bit older than the dancing pub and were chatting in a group of 3 to 5 people.
There was a man sitting on a high pub chair alone in the jazz pub. There was a glass of wine on the high pub table next to him. He sat there silently, drank occasionally. There was a spot light just on top of the man. The pub turned into a stage and the man became the main lead.
I asked Anousja, ‘Why didn’t he drink alone at home?’
Anousja said, ‘Because there are PEOPLE in the pub,’
I said, ‘But he just has himself to drink with...’
There is a big contrast between the silent man and the bustling noisy pub. The noisier the pub, the lonelier the man seemed like. The man were like a male leading role who was preforming a solo drinking scene. Others might thought he was a lonely drinker but he seems to enjoy playing an image of a lonely drinking man.
We met up with Anousja’s friends in a pub near the Red Light District. The famous Red Rooms were just facing the pub window. There were ladies ‘preforming’ behind the Red Windows. I felt lucky that I got in time ‘to see something’ but it was really out of my expectation.
The Red Windows had a person’s height. The Room was lit up by red light with a mysterious and sexy atmosphere. The ladies were really put on the sexy underclothes, really standing behind the big windows. But they were just doing their daily routines such as looking at the mobiles, cleaning the windows, ordering takeaway and even eating noodles. Maybe I just watched too many movies. I thought the ladies would have some sexy poses or did some sexy dancing ALL THE TIME. I forgot the ladies are just like you and me. We are all human. We would all be hungry or tired. It’s impossible to do the sexy dance all the time. The ladies had their dinner break and resting time too.
The ladies had their fatty belly and fatty arms. They don’t have a ‘prefect’ body like a movie star but they are as lovely and lively as a mortal.
As in the pub, we were around 3 gentlemen and 4 ladies. We came from Holland, Hong Kong, Greece, USA…etc English is our common language. Anousja knew her friends and everyone was new to each other. The gentlemen were wearing suit jacket and the ladies were wearing skirts (Anousja got me to change into some pretty clothes at home already. Skirts in autumn, SO～COLD～). Everyone became handsome boys and pretty girls.
I had nearly zero experience on drinking. I drank one drop of wine and would be drunk. I strongly state that I would only drink juice in pub with a preparation that I would laugh by others. But to my surprise, no one laugh at me and they even treat me a bottle of apple juice!
Everyone had a reddish face after a few drinks. They all talked in high spirit. I noticed that there was a surprise guest near the bartender. There was a black-and-white cat sitting on the high pub chair. It looked at the hustle crowd in silently without envy without anger without jealous. It was actually the boss of this pub!
We left after a few hours and everybody took out their wallet. So it was a custom that the gentlemen would treat the ladies for the first round drinks. Every body had to pay for their own from second round of drinks onward.
I became the Kagaroo girl and ride home on bike back～
Anousja rent a unit and lived by her own in Amsterdam. The rent was super cheap but the living condition was realy so-so. I heard that the ‘Occupying Housing’ movement was strong in Holland. Maybe this is one of the ‘occupying house’.
It was a ten minutes’ walk from the tram station to Anousja’s home. It was like a semi-demolish building. The front ‘door’ was actually an iron door attached to a big iron curtain. I had to walked pass a big dim indoor space and a dark corridor to arrive Anousja’s room. Kitchen was an induction cooker and fridge inside the room. There was no sink in the room.
Toilet was away and located in another dark corridor. There were empty offices in the building. Letters that no one would receive spread all over the floor. The floor of some rooms was cracked into a swallow hole.
Bathroom located in another dark corridor. It was just a standing tube. Quite dirty. I felt a bit itch after I took a shower. It was the neighbor’s room next to the bathroom. There was some TV sound occasionally. Anousja said she and the neighbor never talked. I never saw the neighbor.
It was early autumn when I arrived in Amsterdam. Heating was on in Anousja’s room. It was too dry to sleep near the heat and the sofa was too small to sleep. Anousja’s bed was the only place which is warm and not that dry in the whole room. I hesitated and Anousja said, ‘you can sleep with me if you don’t mind,’
I was so happy and jumped into Anousja’s warm bed. I had a good sleep every night.
In the next morning Anousja said, ‘Actually I never thought you would jump on my bed. I don’t use to sleep with other people. I will try again tonight but if I can’t get a good sleep tonight, you would have to sleep on the sofa.
Luckily Anousja had a good sleep on the second night. Anousja was out on the third night and her female friend came and stay overnight. Her female friend chose not to sleep near the heat nor the couch. So we slept together on the same bed when we first met. She arrived late and left early. The first greeting was ‘Hi and Goodnight’ and the second conversation was ‘Good Morning and Good Bye’. I didn’t even have time to look at her and she was already gone and just leave her warmth on the bed.
Holland really gave me some crazy experience. TWO nights with TWO people ‘sleep together’ in a row. Just break my record! (laugh)