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well you're doing fine over there... i like detailed reports, i write the same way myself... but i learned to compress too, when writing in the hotel room and the thc effects are taking you over quick if you stay still...

oh jsut have fun seems like you know how, unless you already returned.

whiskey wrote:well you're doing fine over there... i like detailed reports, i write the same way myself... but i learned to compress too, when writing in the hotel room and the thc effects are taking you over quick if you stay still...

oh jsut have fun seems like you know how, unless you already returned.

sadly, i've been home since dec. 2... i DID have my ever-present notebook with me the entire trip...i was eventually dubbed "The Stone-ographer." now i have the luxury of writing the report the way i remember it! i did forget to put in the dates! silly me!

one o the best reports so far.....keeps leaving me wanting to read more....you got talent for sure...keep em coming ,great work

luvtick wrote: i did forget to put in the dates! silly me!

~Done

that dna shit was crap....it made yer mouth knumb and that aint gettin high in my book....alcohol is used as a thinner and then evaporated out of the final product....im pretty close to sucsess....i cant feel my mind and thats damn close

USBONGLORD wrote:that dna shit was crap....it made yer mouth knumb and that aint gettin high in my book....alcohol is used as a thinner and then evaporated out of the final product....im pretty close to sucsess....i cant feel my mind and thats damn close

will there be anymore updates?

I started Day 2 today. I should be done some time tomorrow...writing every chance I get!! Now...let me get back to it....

Day 2 / November 19, 2009 / Part 1

I love waking up in Amsterdam. But what I love even more is waking up in Amsterdam next to Bong! This is already the best vacation EVER! Sleep was full of dreams that were happy and confusing…passionate and loving…hmmm….I detect a pattern here. A good measure of a good love is how the other person makes you feel about yourself. Bong makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world! First thing in the morning…cavewoman hair and all…still finds him ready for more (me too)…so the early morning coffeeshop crawl starts a little late…but not without BIG smiles on our faces, making everyone wonder (or know) what we’ve been up to!

When we finally peel ourselves off of each other, we start getting ready. DJ Bong puts on some tunes: Osdoorp Posse…awesome! Being in a non-smoking room, we cannot have an early morning smoke. But wait! Bong pulls out a little silver atomizer and tells me to open my mouth…(is my breath offensive??? ) I do it…cuz I trust him…and he gives me 2 sprays. OMG…it’s the LIQUID! In spray form! As is typical of this stuff, I am floating in about 30 seconds…Yay! No smoke necessary!



I get dressed, Bong gets dressed and I braid his LOOOOONG hair. (BIG turn on, if you ask me…) Eventually we get in our early morning “stair master” workout and find ourselves out in the cold air. It’s about 9 am now and, with our Carnation Instant Breakfasts in hand, we head to Albert Heijn for melk. Oh my…the milk…

The doors slide open and the warmth from the store blasts our faces. We walk through the produce department; Bong gets an Elstar apple and I see “rode bessen” next to the “blauw bessen”. Well, I recognize the blueberries, but I have never seen red berries! Gotta try ‘em! Now we make our way to the dairy section. There is an entire WALL of milk. Milk in red cartons, dark blue cartons, light blue cartons and various other cartons…Bong puts me on the task to find actual MILK. Everything is in the traditional-looking milk carton too. I feel like I am on The Price Is Right and Bob Barker is asking me to pick the correct one. I am suspended over a milky-white sea of indecision. I grab a red carton and lightly shake it. It is not thick like cream, so this must be it! After grabbing two cartons, we make our way to the register and give our Euros to the cashier. At the same time we open our carton…at the same time we take a big swig…at the same time we wince in disgusted agony as the BUTTERMILK assaults our taste buds. OMG…FYI: KARNE MELK is not plain milk…it is BUTTERMILK!!!!!!!!!! With much disgust we toss the cartons and go back to the dairy department. This time, Bong asks an employee for MILK. We are pointed in the right direction now. Ah…the dark blue is whole milk and the light blue is “half fat.” We get one of each. Same scenario unfolds, except this time it is *actual* milk! Yay! Success! In an instant, we make our breakfasts and step outside.

We walk over the canal outside of the a.h. and pass Coffeeshop Refer…around the corner and we are at the door of Blue Bird.



Wow! I didn’t realize we were THAT CLOSE to Blue Bird! We open the door and climb the stairs (of course) to the bar. Bong orders us some coffee, buys a gram of SO GOUDA and some Dhaula Giei hash (did I spell that right???). A cone is twisted and smoked (it is very gouda…couldn’t resist…) and the caffeine is administered. A glance at his watch tells Bong that our beloved Basjoe should be open by now. Time to hit the bricks.



As if we’ve never been there before, there is an air of excitement just from the thought of sitting in that red booth. Quiet streets, empty courtyards and hundreds of locked-up bicycles later finds us walking over the final bridge that empties out at the doorstep of Basjoe. Just before crossing Kloveniersburgwal…even before looking both ways…we witness the nearest-near-miss between a van and a bicycle. Suddenly the van’s brake lights flash…the bicyclist does an acrobatic swerve to the left and, without missing a beat, simultaneously cusses out the van, gives a derogatory hand motion, corrects his bike and continues on his way. I am left standing there, breathless. He was missed by mere MILLIMETERS!! After that, I need something to smoke. Not a problem. Bas Special, comin’ up, served with a beautiful, sparkling-clean glass bong. Alpha is already there and passes me a joint of Chocolatta (?) (could this be right? it IS, after all, what I wrote down!) . Bas Special is loaded into the bong and I receive said bong exactly when I exhale from the joint. After each person, the bong is reloaded with freshness. When the joint has reached its filter, Alpha shares some hash he got from Soma. Hash. Yum. During the hash smoking, Bong rolls a cone with the remaining Bas Special and expertly paints it with Spoon.

We take pleasure in the cone, drink our coffees and enjoy the conversation with Alpha. Fruit is next on the agenda. Bong takes the first bite of his apple as I try the first of my berries. The apple is amazingly sweet…so sweet Bong winces! Well…that’s enough for me to put that on my “to eat” list. Now for my berries. First thing I notice is that they are on a long stem like a pussywillow (google it, if you don’t know it). They are about the same size as blueberries, just red. I eat one. Wow…sour…but…good. I eat another. Not bad, but I wouldn’t eat them as readily as blueberries…I like sweet! Nonetheless, I keep eating them. Suddenly, the magical threshold is crossed and the sour becomes MAGNIFICENT! I can’t get enough…I start plucking all the berries into my hand so I can eat them by the handful….then I immediately grab the next stem and hold it over my mouth while I scrape them directly in! My salivary glands are working overtime…and my tastebuds are in heaven…I am actually sad when they are gone. Now. What to do? No worries. The generous Alpha loads up some Habibi hash (one of the Rifmans, I am told--jeez…I don’t even know if I spelled “Rifmans” correctly…). Being the novice hash smoker, I am told it is pure Moroccan hash…made in Morocco…I would think that Moroccan hash would be made in Morocco, but I come from the land where French fries do not come from France, so what do I know?!? What do I know, I ask? Hash. Yum….

After a while we get ready to go. Next stop…Katsu…for some Black Widow! Yay! My favorite from last year! Let’s go, baby! When we step outside, we see how NICE it is today! Wow! What a contrast to yesterday! This is a good thing since we have a bit of a walk to Katsu. Beautiful scenes pass in front of my eyes and some make their way through my camera lens. Kisses are, once again, shared over canals.



Yeah...just like them...sigh...

Soon, we are in front of the familiar multi-colored store-front of Katsu. Except for my very first trip to Amsterdam, I have gone to Katsu every time. I am here again. For the Black Widow!



This weed knocked an entire coffeeshop of people on their collective asses last year. The high crawls up on you…(back home we call that “creeper” weed). The entire of Basjoe was vibrating with the laughter of everyone whose lungs were graced with the smoke from that creepy arachnid. Let’s smoke some now! Bong makes the purchase: Black Widow….and some Red Leb and King Hassan hashes. I grind some of the weed for him as he assembles his ever-famous reverse-seamless cone. When the masterpiece is completed, it is ceremoniously lit. The first drag is excellent. Taste is great! As per usual, once the smoke hits my lungs, I explode in coughs. That’s the way I roll…. As the cone goes back and forth between us, I can feel myself getting higher and higher. Yay! I still love it! Giggles occur as I turn into some stoned chick from Babble-on! This is fun weed. I like it! In fact, Bong gives it 9 out of 10! When the cone is extinguished, the ants-in-the-pants force us to our next destination: Coffeshop Rockerij.



Since our growling stomachs tell us we are getting hungry, we decide to just make the purchases: Sour Diesel and Nepal Cream Hash. The budtender tells Bong to come back later for some seeds he has for him. Noted. Food is at the forefront of our minds. As we walk…we walk to Wok To Walk. (teeheehee…) mmmmmm…..fried rice with chicken, veggies and teriyaki….truly hits the spot! This is definitely a place to keep in mind. Every time we pass one of their locations (I believe there are 4…), there is usually a line out the door! Put that on your list of places to eat…can be as expensive or as inexpensive as you choose….

We will continue to enjoy our food and I will catch back up with you kids at 4:20….have a great day!

nice read, sounds like a nice day so far, thanks

elstar are a wonderful crisp apple over the winter months, refreshing just when you need refreshing

looking forward to more of the story ...

Great read Luvtic loved it all
Maybe in 20 or 30 yrs there'll be a book written called "Adventures in Amsterdam" i'd like a signed copy please!!!

Ah yes, Luvtick....now THIS is a report!!

I have to admit that I'm enjoying this report even more than your first. Your descriptive eloquence always moves me...and now that I've been fortunate enough to have visited with my fiancé I can attest to just how amazing Amsterdam is when shared with the one you love. Personally, I really appreciate how you incorporate that attribute in to your reporting.

When my fiancé arrives back from school we'll have to curl up on the couch and read through your report together

I'm insanely happy that you both had such a good time...you guys deserve it. Keep up the good work!

nice trip report! i think i must have seen you and bong round town nearly everyday but still never got chance to blaze with ya`s,you 2 passed my house most mornings too!
didnt have you and bong as the type to listern to osdorp posse,live and learns,if ya like the dutch hiphop check biljmeerstyle or any the zuidoost 101barz on youtube much better i rekon
keep up the good work!!
blesssssss

Day 2 / November 19 / Part 2

We decide to eat as we wok. Sorry..again… ; I thoroughly enjoy mine and dispose of the waste when I am full-to-bursting. Dolphins is on our minds. Zigging and zagging past steakhouses and bakeries (no thanks, I’m full…) and we eventually arrive at our target. We climb the obligatory stairs, slide the door open and step into the marine world of Dolphins Coffeeshop. The walls are lined with coral, seashells and various underwater “sea”nery. There is a giant pot-leaf-laden dolphin hanging over the front window.



Ah, yes. I remember this place. Hey, guys! …all the employees are hot chicks! (At least at this moment I only see hot chicks working here.) The place is busy…it is approaching that magical time of the day, when coffeeshops all over Amsterdam are being filled with like-minded people ready to celebrate. Happily, I see a table open up and grab it. Bong goes up to the bar and orders: Royal Dolphin Hash and a gram of White Dolphin. (I did note that we paid 10 Euro for the gram of White Dolphin.) As he commences the rolling, I grind the White Dolphin and look around the room. They have 2 tables on either side of the room with 3 table-mounted vaporizers each. They are the glass-bong looking ones. I did not try them. They also have THREE flat screen televisions (a BIG one over the bar) and, sadly for all you football fans, EVERY ONE of them is a virtual fish tank! Tap, tap, tap…”Ground and ready to load, Bonglord…” He fills the once-again-perfectly-seamless cone and, just as the clock strikes 4:20, it is sparked and puffed.



Nice. Bong gives it 8 out of 10. You know me…it’s not “ditch weed”, so I like it. …though I am learning a LOT from Bong. Little things I never noticed, he points out for me. I love knowledge! “Know why the ash is black and not gray? …most likely not enough flush. Did you see that spark? …could be too much magnesium….” Wow. I feel a bit more “worthy” about being a judge in a couple days… Bong’s coffee arrives. He is disgusted by the taste…says it’s the worst coffee ever….Beware! (I guess hot chicks can’t make good coffee…hey…it’s a fair trade…unless you’re not into hot chicks, that is…) After choking down the coffee, only for the caffeine, we depart the undersea world by, ironically, going down the stairs. Once back outside, I shiver in the cold air and tie my scarf a bit tighter. We are walking to Amnesia.

Amnesia. F*cking perfect décor to complement the name…this place is trippy! As becomes the habit, I grab the table while Bong gets the goods. This time it’s a gram of one of Bong’s personal favorites, Super Silver Haze for 15 Euro…and a gram of Quasar for…gulp…17 Euro! We decide to try that one. First thing I notice about the Quasar: IT LOOKS LIKE SHAKE! Oh no! Indiana ditch weed! NOOOOOOOO!!!!! It’s all leafy-looking and stemmy. I skeptically grind it…take a whiff…eww…even has that ditch-weed smell. I’m starting to wonder if it is worthy of one of Bong’s cones, but, with blind faith, he rolls it and we spark it. Eww…tastes like ditch weed. Blaaahhhh…. I am now starting to ponder how much money we just…what was I just talking about???? Wait…what was I just *thinking* about????? WTF???? HOLY SHIT I AM SO FREAKIN’ STONED!!!!!!!!!!!! Ai yi yi!!!!! WHEEEE!!!!!! Quasar GOOD!! …now the wallpaper is even cooler than before…



…and the holiday “tree” makes total sense!



It’s not long before I have to go to the bathroom. This place is so crowded. There are people standing everywhere. A school of young-ish guys are standing all around the bathroom door. “Excuse me…” and the sea parts and I enter the bathroom: Where is the light switch? Uh….it’s dark in here, but there is a candle burning on the ledge above the toilet, so I’ve got that goin’ for me. Which is nice. This place is 100% owned by a woman…no doubt…this bathroom is beautiful! However, I do not see a light switch anywhere…so…I have a moment of stoned peace in a candlelit bathroom. Whodathunk? But I am high…I start to wonder how long I’ve been in here. I don’t even know what I’ve been thinking about!! Man…I’m pretty baked! Again relying on the candlelight, I wash my hands and exit the bathroom. Apparently it was obvious that I was in there in the dark… (the light switch is just outside the door…and is OFF)…and I emerge from the darkness back into the sea of giggling man-boys. Thing is…they are absolutely right! I join in the giggle, if not a bit embarrassed! When I return to my seat Bong gives his verdict…and I quote (‘cuz he actually wrote this in my notes!): “Nice Buzz tho it looked like SHIT, 8 cause it looks bad. 9.5 Buzz”

Somehow (I know we walked)….but…seems like I awaken and we are at Green House. This place is, admittedly, very cool, indeed. The in-floor fish tank is mind blowing! Sometimes the place is so packed, you don’t—even can’t—see it! Last year, I think I noticed it my second visit. As Bong procures the King Hassan Supreme Hash and some Neville’s Haze seeds, the budtender notices his tattoo…the Green House logo! He does a double-take and then starts calling all the other employees over to take a look…he also comes back with a Green House hat he gives to Bong. Kinda cool, for sure! Just as this madness was ending, like a kamikaze, a familiar Japanese friend, soars down the stairs, propelled by his bright orange-with-white-swoosh Nikes. Hidae! (say: He-Day) Konichiwa!! He is so happy to see Bong…he stayed at Bong’s place over 4-20 this year. He tells us in his best English that he has been watching for us from upstairs…he has a table! Joy! The goddess that *is* herb has, once again, smiled upon us! Up the stairs now….but wait….western-style stairs…though still a bit steep. As we sit at the table, we smoke a cone with some OG Kush (courtesy of Hidae) mixed with some King Hassan Supreme. Luv that taste! …luv that smell! Bong rates the smoke. OG Kush: 8.5 out of 10. King Hassan Supreme Hash: 9 out of 10. After finding out about when Hidae arrived, where he’s staying and how long he’ll be in Amsterdam, Bong and I want to take a stroll to Barney’s Lounge for another milkshake! Hidae leaves us for a rest at his hotel and promises to show up at Basjoe later.

After walking through the dam, holding hands, and seeing some sights, we make our way down to Barney’s Lounge. The familiar budtenders are not there, but instead there is a different young guy behind the bar. It’s a bit quiet in here right now, so I get the primo table with the unobstructed view of the television. Bong brings back to the table 5 grams of Caramello Cream and 1 gram of Hawaiian Snow. This time, he grinds the weed…and says it is not dry yet. We smoke it anyways and Bong says 8 out of 10. During the smoke, the symbolic one-milkshake-two-straws arrive in duplicate…this time with whipped cream!! Yay! Bonus! I sit back and thoroughly enjoy the creamy goodness. While sipping my shake….mmm….I watch the television, since the view is so great…but I don’t know much about European football…(American football is another story!). Bong and I watch the other patron in the lounge. She sits at the bar and removes her jacket…ooo….she’s wearing a skirt…DEFINITELY flirting with the budtender…woo hoo!!! …do we have a love connection here? …or is she a groupie?? I’m not sure, but I do notice I am feeling tired! I am completely zoning out! Bong says it’s the Hawaiian Snow….whew…smoke this before bed…you’ll sleep like a baby! But, instead of sleep, we get ready for the last shop of the night: Basjoe. We put our jackets on and leave the budtender with Sweet, Sweet Connie and wish them the best of times.

I get the sudden urge for a freshly squeezed orange juice from Basjoe…lucky for me that’s our final destination!! We get, we sit and we chit (and chat)! I am startled by the ring of my cell phone…my heart skips a beat…could it be? Yes! It IS! It’s my SISTER!!! (…actually it was her husband, but this was WAY more dramatic, as I am looking more forward to seeing her…Sorry, bro-in-law!) They are HERE! In Amsterdam! They want to know where Basjoe is located. I am so excited I run outside without my jacket and read the sign for them. KLOVENIERS BURGWAL. They are taking a taxi, so I just tell them to say “Radisson on Rusland”…Now I am on pins and needles in anticipation…I haven’t seen my sister in a year and a half! We are smokin’ buds from WAAAAAYYYY back. (But not too far, right, luvsis? )

Now the gang starts to arrive! Joy! Christopher Amsterdam, Hidae, and Tomoya are first. Shortly after that Tuttiflutes and Birdman walk in followed by Alicia! Woot!!! Party!!! Bong rolls a Super Silver Haze and paints it with spoon. Just as the lighter sparks, the door opens and in walks LUVSIS!!!! YAYAY!! I jump up and give her a gigantic hug that seems to arouse some of the company….but that's a story for another forum…BroInLaw gets a big hug too and they squeeze into the “head table.” The SSH/Spoon joint is passed to BroInLaw, who commences taking a VERY big hit. He explodes in coughs…(SEE! It’s NOT just me!) luvsis takes her toke…and coughs too! HA! During this time another cone appears in front of me. “Where’d this come from??” Hidae takes credit. “What is it?” I ask, pen-in-hand: OG Kush with Spoon. I scribble it down…literally…I am trying to read this crap…at times, it is pretty cryptic! Like troopers luvsis and broinlaw hit cone after cone that is passed in front of their lips. Tutti shares a joint of Heaven Haze. Soon everyone is laughing….coughing…talking….and….what’s this??? broinlaw is….twitching! He is SO HIGH!!! He can’t open his eyes…stoner…lol…unwillingly he creates…drum roll, please…*The Terminator Twitch!* luvya, broinlaw! Ultimately we all part ways and spread all over Amsterdam to our separate places to sleep. Some may go back to sleep….others may go out to eat…we go back to share our high with each other before sleeping…good night. See you in the morning.

luvtick wrote:Day 2 / November 19 / Part 2

oh good ... part 2

luvtick wrote:[photo] NOW it’s my desktop computer that is jenky…photos soon!

well jenky isn't in the collins on-line dictionary, nor the webster's nor my oxford concise english dictionary, but i did find jenky in the urban dictionary, thought for a moment it might be an indiana word

luvtik wrote:“Know why the ash is black and not gray?"

i have been taught to run away from black ash, so now i'm confused

luvtik wrote:…and the holiday “tree” makes total sense!

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well maybe not just yet ... ps see jenky above

luvtik wrote:See you in the morning.

... and it's been another lovely early morning read with some strong freshly ground freshly brewed italian roast coffee, great entertainment, thanks again for the writing