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Brings back memories of reading your great report last time....Definitely cant wait to hear the rest of it....and you got a whole 2 weeks of it....lucky

Bring it on luvtick, even the mushy stuff.

stew1974 wrote:Luvtik, you are a woman that makes it happen so quickly for me..... yes thats right pass me the barf bag.
I enjoyed your reports last year, well the bits i wasn't screwing my face up going eeeewwww. I am happy that you are loved up and yes we all know it now thanks.
So can i request your report continues with less Mills & Boon/Jackie Collins interludes.
Maybe people want to read about the tender moments,not me, imagine if all reports were the same.
I know you will ignore me so i am looking forward to the most parts of your reports and a big thanks for sharing your experiences, well some of them anyways

Patience, my young one...no one likes a premature ejaculator It's only travel day! Who knows what more there is to say???

luvtick wrote:

stew1974 wrote:Luvtik, you are a woman that makes it happen so quickly for me..... yes thats right pass me the barf bag.
I enjoyed your reports last year, well the bits i wasn't screwing my face up going eeeewwww. I am happy that you are loved up and yes we all know it now thanks.
So can i request your report continues with less Mills & Boon/Jackie Collins interludes.
Maybe people want to read about the tender moments,not me, imagine if all reports were the same.
I know you will ignore me so i am looking forward to the most parts of your reports and a big thanks for sharing your experiences, well some of them anyways

Patience, my young one...no one likes a premature ejaculator It's only travel day! Who knows what more there is to say???

luvtick wrote:

stew1974 wrote:Luvtik, you are a woman that makes it happen so quickly for me..... yes thats right pass me the barf bag.
I enjoyed your reports last year, well the bits i wasn't screwing my face up going eeeewwww. I am happy that you are loved up and yes we all know it now thanks.
So can i request your report continues with less Mills & Boon/Jackie Collins interludes.
Maybe people want to read about the tender moments,not me, imagine if all reports were the same.
I know you will ignore me so i am looking forward to the most parts of your reports and a big thanks for sharing your experiences, well some of them anyways

Patience, my young one...no one likes a premature ejaculator It's only travel day! Who knows what more there is to say???

Good on ya luvtick, rude bits and a dope account in one post, sounds good to me, this is a good point to thrash out actually. Ive just posted my first travelogue and deliberately minimised the relationship stuff that was actually a good percentage of my enjoyment, (newish partner, found Dam v romantic with her even when getting smashed, unlike previous trips in the past where Dam felt like it was a relationship destroyer), blah blah. Its good to read a different gender's way of describing the place... Dope is just the beginning of the experience in my book, what you do with the stone is also interesting....loved the couple who wrote earlier in the year about what varieties mad them feel very horny, useful advice!!

Quite frankly the travelogues that only post purchases, shops and cost are boring to me. I like a good story.

glad you had a fun time tick.... happy belated bday!

Nice read Luvtick....you have a flair on the keyboard.

AzLaker

MORE!MORE!MORE!!!

Good stuff! Makes me wish I had a girl who loves the sacred sacrament like I do.

Nice start to your report. I am very much looking forward to following as things unfold.

sigh,,,dont anybody hold yer breaths ...she might finish by next years trip i recon

Day 1 / November 18

The plane lands smoothly in wet and windy Schiphol Airport. We deplane without incident and gather our bags. Let’s catch the train! We snake our way through the halls and purchase our train tickets. Ok. It says Track 2. We scan the signs and find the escalator that says “Spoor 1 / Spoor 2” and ride down. As we are looking for our track, Bong says, “We are on the wrong track!” I look up and, sure as shit, it says “Spoor 3” and “Spoor 4”!!!! No freakin’ way…the train is supposed to be there any minute. Gotta go now! We get all the bags and ride up. At the top we both turn around and look up at the sign. YES…IT SAYS 1 and 2!! Well…where is 3 and 4?? Forget it. Bong makes an “executive decision” and declares we will take a taxi. So out into the Amsterdam air we go. Our eyes catch glimpse of the Hotel Conexxion buses….great idea! Our initial plan was to take the train to Centraal and walk to our hotel….our hotel being all the way down by the ZOO!!! Whatever, I’m a big girl and I rarely complain…it is what it is….but………if there is an alternative offered…let’s just say “Momma didn’t raise no fool…” We ask a driver if he goes to our hotel. He isn’t quite sure of the location and consults another driver. Finally, the hotel’s location is determined. We will share this van with one other passenger whose hotel is, conveniently, next to ours! Mr. Driver helps us with our bags; we climb into the middle-seat row and enjoy our ride. The first thing I see that sticks in my mind is the billboard for some kind of consumable (drinken? eten?) not sure for what….but the catch phrase is: “IT’S F*CKING LEKKER!” omg…lmfao… even with the “censoring” something like that would not fly over here in the wannabe-Puritanical U.S. of A. I love it. It’s a great way to start the journey! Something tells me I will find something F*CKING LEKKER!!

It is early morning, around 8, almost 9 am. The sun isn’t fully up and it is overcast, making the morning look like her evening twin. The roads are wet and everything is green--stark contrast to the Golden State of California where I reside. (We get green during the rainy season, which had not yet fully descended upon us yet.) It is the tail end of rush hour. As I look out the window I notice all the subtle differences: the cars are different, the houses are different…the bicycle lanes…the bicycles themselves…the trains and trams….We are here! Suddenly it is not subtle. My brain does a downshift and soon cruise control will take over, fueled by the mighty drive to find THE strain that makes me do cartwheels and backbends… Soon we arrive at the hotel of the other passenger. She gets out and we drive around to the other side of the street and stop in front of our hotel. Mr. Driver again assists us with our bags. He gives us his contact information for our ride back….in two weeks…

Ah…the hotel…we can, at least, drop off our bags. Bong rings the buzzer. A Dutch voice comes over the speaker: “Kan ik u helpen?” Bong says we’d like to check in. We are told that check-in time is 2 pm. Bong asks if we can store our bags until then. “No problem…please open door on your left and walk up the stairs.” The door buzzes and Bong opens it. Stairs. STEEP stairs…and lots of ‘em!



Ok. Time to put the muscles and balance to use. One by one the big bags are hefted up. Bong then grabs three of the small bags to finish it off. As we wipe the sweat from our faces, we chat with the men at the reception counter. They love that we are staying for 2 weeks! They tell us that they will clean our room as quickly as possible once the current guests check out. Oh yeah…we booked the attic room…FIFTH floor…NO LIFT! Yay!!! Bring it, baby! (But not ‘til we’re good ‘n stoned!!!)

TomTom is removed from his travel case and we begin our walk to Basjoe! We pass the little café and walk past the high school…then the preschool. The bar on the corner is closed and we cross at the light. The little dog park is lively with little dogs chasing big dogs and owners flirting with one another. Next, it’s over the canal with a drawbridge and through a work site. Sand grinds under our shoes as we share the detour with bikes, scooters and heavy machinery.



We make our way over to the safety of the sidewalk and continue on. Ooo…there’s the Albert Heijn…and just a few doors down is the bagel place! Nice! We keep heading north. Across the street is a crowd of children. They are all yelling: “OPEN! OPEN! OPEN!” I look to see where there are, and Bong tells me it’s the Rembrandt Museum. We leave the kids to wait and continue to cross another canal. We walk down the steps and do a little zigzag and end up on Rusland. Basjoe is down the street! I see it! We are nearly there!!! The travel has ended. The journey has just begun!

Before crossing the last canal, Bong stops in the middle…grabs my hand and pulls me close for a romantic kiss. Sigh…We finally arrive at Kloveniersburgwal 62: Coffeeshop Basjoe – ORIGINAL FORMULA. Ever-the-gentleman, Bong opens the door for me. As I step through the door, I feel like Dorothy arriving on the other side of the rainbow….the smell of the herb invades my nostrils…the music fills my ears and I walk to the beat. A man of modest stature, giant smile and even bigger dreadlock (could it be the Wizard?...) runs down the aisle saying hello to Bong…and luvtick too?!?!? He remembers my name??? Seriously?? “James! How are you?!” Friendly welcomes are exchanged and the “positive vibrations” begin. Our table is waiting. The familiar shine of the table top, glowing with the red candlelight sends memory-shivers emanating from the middle of my stomach to the tips of my fingers and toes…this is where it all started last year. Right here.



There are only 2 other customers, but I hear echoes of laughter from days gone by…A quick shake of my head takes me from that altered state when I am almost immediately put in another one! James is quick on the draw. Before our jackets are removed Bong’s bong (sorry…couldn’t resist) is on the table…sparkling...with a fresh, green bowl just waiting to explode into our lungs and just as quickly detonate our minds….”What the f*ck IS that?” I keep asking…at least I *think* I am talking…I try again…”eh hem!..eh hem!…What the f*ck IS that?!?” Success! James tells me it’s BAS SPECIAL. SPECIAL, indeed! I am high! After one hit! What was that billboard??? Oh yeah…”IT’S F*CKING LEKKER!” Ladies and gentlemen, we have a contender!! Bonglord gives it 9 out of 10!! Then he immediately buys a gram. We begin to chat up the 2 British guys sitting at the bar as we share our bounty with them. One will become a good friend—he is working in Amsterdam Monday thru Friday and goes back to France where he stays with his girlfriend for the weekends. He is a quasi-permanent fixture at Basjoe for the length of his job. Then…like a flash of the grand master kind…James is at our table with our coffees (Joy!) and not 1 or 2, but 3 kinds of hash for us to try. What is it? Again, I guess I don’t *think* loudly enough for everyone to hear me. At this point, I am enjoying the best coffee to be found in Amsterdam and I can’t be bothered to repeat myself. So…we will call it mystery hash.

Hash. Yum. I don’t get to smoke it very often…only when I’m with Bong—and I haven’t seen him IRL since May! To me, this hash is great…I am no expert, but it had that distinct hash smell and taste. It hit me between the eyes and, again like Dorothy, I was Somewhere Over The Rainbow!



A side note: of all the hash I smoked this trip –and I smoked a LOT of hash—NONE gave me a headache. In fact, I never once got a headache from anything! (I’ve smoked some crap weed, having grown up in Indiana…) The bong is passed around. The general altitude of the room is rising as we all get higher and higher. The music makes some of us nod our heads to the rhythm as others watch the ever-present soccer game on the television. Bong is up and talking to everyone. I don’t know what I am doing…I am stoned! Suddenly, with a grin that hinted of sinister, Bong asks me for my bottle of water. I give it to him and he takes it over to the bar. I see him pour a bit into a glass. Out comes a little vial of golden goodness. Like a mad-pot-scientist, he adds a tiny bit to the water. From my vantage point, it looks like it is bubbling. I am corrected…it clouded up. Now drink it. Carefully, I bring the cup to my lips. I smell it first—mmmm it smells like herb! I take a modest drink. Bong slams the rest. Tastes just like herb smells…and….a little bitter….Bong tastes vanilla. Within 30 seconds, I feel….I am not sure….body high…yes…head high….hell, yes…I feel like I am floating…almost euphoric. Pure liquid THC. Me like-y!! Where’d it come from? Don’t ask…don’t tell…oops…I just told…but I’m not sure just WHAT I’ve told! (anyways, I got permission…) Unexpectedly Bong says it’s time to go to the hotel and check in. Really? Didn’t we JUST get here? Are you sure???? A quick glance at the clock tower outside the window confirms it…we’ve been here for nearly 3 hours! Looking around the room, I see it is FULL of people! I have NO IDEA where the hell I was during all this nonsense! OMG…This IS Emerald City!

Once bundled up, Bong and I open the door and step out into the cold WIND. (Did I mention wind??) It blew EVERYTHING over!!



We navigate our way over canals and down cobblestone alley ways. I am not used to the bikes yet and it freaks me out to cross the streets! At one point the wind is so strong it is pushing me backwards and Bong has to grab my hand to help me forward! No lie! Finally we turn a corner and we are blocked from the wind for about a block. Ah…a reprieve. Then we need to be on the other side of the canal…so the wind is behind us now…I can just stop walking and the wind would propel me forward. Now it’s time to cross the street (one of the BIG streets with trams, cars and bikes)…the light is red, but there is nothing coming…Bong says, “RUN!” I run. The wind is loud in my ears and is pushing at my back. Every step I take becomes a freaky giant step as the wind picks me up and gravity deposits me back down. THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!! I can see the same thing is happening to Bong and I can’t stop laughing. In the middle of the street Bong yells back to me: “I HAVEN’T RUN THIS FAST SINCE I WAS 8 YEARS OLD!” Now I’m laughing so hard that tears are streaming back from the corners of my eyes. He is right! I am REALLY floating! Every ounce of my being is floating! WHEEEE!!!! We get across the street in 3 strides…taking about 5 seconds to do it! (At least that’s how it felt!) As quickly as the wind picked us up, I find us in front of Old Amsterdam. Suddenly ALL the action STOPPED.

Bang! Inside now. It is warm and cozy. Compared to what just happened outside, it was quiet. Bong buys a gram of White Russian and rolls a cone. It will be nice to replace all that fresh air with some sweetleaf. He lights up and we smoke. It is good. Bong rates it 6 out of 10. Frankly, I was still high from the…let’s see…Bas Special…3 different kinds of mystery hash…liquid happiness…and the wind tunnel! I just love the taste of herb…the sensation of the smoke blowing up in my lungs…even the euphoric dizziness that sometimes accompanies the coughing bouts! We sit there for a while watching unsuspecting tourists looking for a cup of coffee step inside, realize they are in a “coffee”shop (you know…one of THOSE places…), wince their faces as the smoke hits their noses and back out of there like they are going to get jumped….by a bunch of stoners….ok…. A few chuckles with the budtender later we head back out for our hotel.

Yay! The room is ready! Time to get the luggage upstairs. To the attic. 2 BIG bags…3 small ones….Let’s do this. One by one we get them from one landing to the next. Around and up, around and up, around and up. At least we only have to bring them up ONCE. We arrive. I can’t speak for Bong, but I was huffin’ and puffin’…(and here I was worried about not getting in any workouts….). He opens the door and we walk in. Yep…definitely an attic room…Watch your head! The bags are brought in, the door is locked and the re-acquainting begins…Stew1974 can disregard the following remarks …we have plenty of time. Our Toke and Talk at Basjoe isn’t until 4:20…We take all the time we need and eventually fall asleep…together again…at last…

This, my friends, is my vacation. Ready?

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Great read, for a travelogue that is super.

Thanks for taking the time.

luvtick wrote:Day 1

The plane lands smoothly ..................... I don’t know what I am doing…I am stoned!  Suddenly, with a grin that hinted of sinister, Bong asks me for my bottle of water. I give it to him and he takes it over to the bar. I see him pour a bit into a glass. Out comes a little vial of golden goodness. Like a mad-pot-scientist, he adds tiny bit is added to the water. From my vantage point, it looks like it is bubbling. I am corrected…it clouded up. Now drink it. Carefully, I bring the cup to my lips. I smell it first—mmmm it smells like herb! I take a modest drink. Bong slams the rest. Tastes just like herb smells…and….a little bitter….Bong tastes vanilla. Within 30 seconds, I feel….I am not sure….body high…yes…head high….hell, yes…I feel like I am floating…almost euphoric. Pure liquid THC. Me like-y!! Where’d it come from? Don’t ask…don’t tell…oops…I just told…but I’m not sure just WHAT I’ve told! (anyways, I got permission…)

first rate report, goes without saying almost, but I cant let this liquid THC thing go without a query...am I living in a cave and all you lot are living a completely different life? First I have to get my head round these green snotty pure THC runny compounds you lot find, now Im jealous of the liquid THC. Am I the only one that didnt know this even existed?
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