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I had a stopover in Amsterdam on my way back from East Africa. Our plane had trouble, so we got to stay there overnight. My brother and I went to the Red Light District, and it was quite an experience. Most of the people we dealt with seemed annoyed that we didn't speak the language. That notwithstanding, we had a good time. I was uptight at the time, so I didn't do any drugs, but I went in to a place with my brother that sold pot. As soon as they realized we were tourists, they literally turned the menu board around to reflect inflated, tourist prices.
That was probably the only "negative" we had while we were there. The city itself was very clean and beautiful. One odd thing, though, is that we kept getting approached on the street by shady characters trying to sell us "Charlie." What the hell is Charlie?
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