Thursday, February 05, 2009

Men do like window shopping

Window Shopping
While in Holland, he does some shopping for mom.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Munich was like that in some areas. An adult theme park.
Tim

Juice said...

Both Amsterdam and Utrecht, with the red lights and sidewalk window-display sex (toys) shops--1976. Hubby'd seen it all before; blow up doll (head only) leather/spikes, etc. Total *blush* moment for the one of us. ;) Times and places, eh?

Anonymous said...

Tongducheon Korea 1988, sigh. As for your new header. I've been popping a cork over when you would get around to it.

Anonymous said...

Sure HOPE he doesn't get that polish all over your socks...That could cause a CHANGE.

Anonymous said...

Juice - The Amsterdam locale was De Wallen or De Wellen, but what really tickled me were the coffee shops vs. cafe's everywhere. Very different product, atmosphere and clientele. Better know the difference before you go in and order. Hamburg had the Reeperbahn, a mix of theaters, sex shops and brothels. I wonder if they are still there?
Bologna, Italy had the Vialle, which was a circular street that followed a path around the outside of the ancient city walls, with sometimes hundreds of prostitutes, both women and men in drag, strung around the perimeter waiting for a driver to pull over and negotiate. Better know the difference there too...
Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick

Anonymous said...

Washington DC whenever congress is in session. We get screwed by a bunch of whores.

Javert

Anonymous said...

That looks like the Him's mom on the left. Didn't she do nasty pictures at one time?

Juice said...

Lt.TG,
Wow, we managed to miss the 'coffee' shops, and just as well. I do remember it seemed the Dutch could launch fluidly into any language that came across their day, and that was welcomed. Unfortunately, it now seems their current government requires them to launch into any religion these days. Sad state of affairs, just ahead of the curve for USA, I fear.
Bologna? Spent some time there touring and was happily unaware of any 'red' district. Leaving Bologna was unforgettable as it was Italian Holiday month and every train was packed passed sardine cans that didn't even make the stops. We must've waited 6+ hrs (2-3am) before finding a spot on the hallway floor. Once the conductor saw our passports and 1st class tickets he open a private car to awaken the guests to make room for us. As luck would have it, they were Aussies and we were Yanks. Great visit! Happy ending. :) We do love exchanging travel stories, especially of places we've never been.

Anonymous said...

Hi Juice,
Your Bologna experience must have been August, which is the wrong time to tour Europe. In addition to the tourists, all the Euros are headed for the beaches and mountains that month.
I worked in Bologna off and on for two years, and about two weekends a month went somewhere by train. During that time, several terrorist groups were active in Italy, and one Saturday in Aug 1980 they blew the Bologna train station to bits, killing 88 people.
Because it was August, I didn't go to the train staion that weekend, and was instead walking around the old part of the city with a girlfriend.

Like you, we've had some nice visits with Aussies in train compartments riding around Scadinavia and Europe. Met one Oz couple in Sweden who would pick ten organ concerts over a month, and that would be the basis for their tour. We met at an eleventh century church on a little island outside of Stockholm. Another time I met an Ozzie who was on his way to ride the Russian trans-Siberian train. He came to Europe via South America, was going through Europe to Russia, and then home to Oz from Siberia. Very interesting guy, he flew for the Brits during the Battle of Britain.
Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick

Juice said...

Wow, Lt.TG, Great exchange! So glad you escaped the train station. I could exchange tales forever, but this IS Rodger's blog. :P If you want, Rodge has our email.

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