I don't think the staff working in bars in and around the RLD in the Dam care too much about the health sex and drugs tourists who pass through. Oh and to answ

I don't think the staff working in bars in and around the RLD in the Dam care too much about the health sex and drugs tourists who pass through. Oh and to answer the comment below, I'm aware of what you can get for €50 by windowshopping, but: a) it wasnt my intention to spend €51 on absinthe, I wasn't aware of what I was doing after shot number 3, plus where I'm from it's €100 minimum when I hit the town b) I really don't go for that sort of thing. Another funny sight I was a line of guys, all British and members of what I took to be the same Stag party, lined up one after another to 'frequent' the same window. Granted, the image of beauty in the window looked like a Victoria Secret model, but seriously. Another night, myself and my highly irresponsible drinking buddies ran into two Irish-Americans from Boston in their 60s, (married, with kids, retired) in some random sports bar (we're Irish, which quite stereotypically explains our behaviour). We got chatting, and entertained them with the merry tales of me falling about the place hammered on absinthe and generally causing concern for the local Dutch police. Anyhoo, to cut a long story short, around 3am, all of us tanked up to bits on absinthe, whiskey and some disgusting piss that passes for lager locally in Amsterdam (definitely not Heineken), we decided it would be a good idea to have a wander around the RLD. At this stage, a New Zealand dentist who "was in the city for a conference" (yeah right) and some other chap (Aussie I think) decided to join us. We wandered for a while, then one of my (evil) mates suggested to the Boston boys that it would be a good idea to check the prices in two nearby windows. (One of the Boston boys goes to me, clearly still rooted in the Cold War mentality: "Is she Russian? Looks like a commie". To which I replied: "No man, it's cool. She's Polish, they're on our side") So the Boston boys head into the two hookers, which is quite a feat considering their age and martial status. After that it quietened down a bit, we still managed to run into another American who claimed to be exiled from the States by the US Marshalls or something. Sounded BS to me, but he did have the accent plus he gave us an informal tour of the RLD at 4am. This is all true i swear, even if it sounds like Tucker Max-style bullshit.