About strippers, dirty dishes and summer jobs.

Money. What a great thing to have. Unfortunately, when I set foot on Amsterdam ground (after spending half a year in New York) I had about 2 euro in my bank account. I blame it on the overpriced avocados, but some may beg to differ. My ex-flatmate for example is convinced I am complete rubbish…

Abducted on a bike-taxi in New York?

The stranger however threw a curve ball “It’s free I promise!” he yelled as we were calmly but determinedly trying to escape the other bike-taxi riders (who were also trying to manipulate us into going for a ride).