Stag Nights in Amsterdam

You don’t have to put on the Red Light...

What more can be said about Amsterdam stag nights that hasn’t already been shouted, sung or whispered from the rooftops? It’s a glorious mish-mash of the breathtakingly sublime and the utterly ridiculous, a total one-off, holding more aces up its sleeve that anywhere else can ever hope to have. The Netherlands’ very own blurry circus will always be there as a stag night beacon for everywhere else to try and imitate, and the very fact that you’re reading this means that those other pretenders are yet to fully convince you. Really, when all’s said and done, why would you possibly consider taking the stag night anywhere else?

Picking your way through all that sin and giggling is not something any Joe can do successfully, especially when you’re talking about a city with as much to avoid as to lap up. So that the boys are free to roll around in their own filth for the entire duration, give those guardians of debauchery at Last Night Of Freedom a buzz. We’ve packed hundreds of stag groups off to the land of the red light in our time, each with the Q jumpers, passes or contacts that prove a smart arse knows best. We can also provide reservations to places - different from the reservations your partners will have from the moment you tell them where the stag night’s going to be.

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Tiptoeing through tulips might be pretty straightforward if you were anywhere else, but, when you’ve been sat in one of Amsterdam’s numerous dark dens of iniquity for an hour or two, even recounting your own name seems an Olympian feat. True, you don’t have to partake of the herbal delights that effortlessly batter British groups into mental submission within five minutes of arrival, but that silent assassin Amstel can also do its share of damage – all cool and inviting one minute, then hitting you over the head with a frying pan the next – or even, quite possibly, the tremendously generous measures of bourbon in several of the better couldn’t-give-a-monkeys pubs that sit slouched about Dam Square and the Red Light District.

Take a potent leaf out of our book and apply a modicum of pre-planning to your Amsterdam stag night before you leave the UK. It will make the resultant insanity that much more enjoyable and, in turn, ensure smiling, vacant faces for the entire stag night crew on the way home. If that’s not true, I’m a Dutchman.