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Roadtrippin with Rufus: Antics, Whities, Fun & Injuries.
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Thanks peeps for the comments so far, antics from day 2 detailed below - sorry for the length...
Friday
Okay so by 9.30 the next morning Sarah and I are raring to go. It looks like it is to be a nice day so we dress for nice weather (again we were soon to realize this was mistake number two). We go to Mark’s room and knock the door and wait…we keep waiting…we knock again…still waiting…By now I am starting to panic a little thinking, shit, is he dead/alive? Is he in a coma? Did he wander last night and now is no longer in his room, if so where could he be? So still waiting I phone his mobile, at least it rings, then after a few more seconds hey presto and much to my relief Mark opens the door still in the same crumpled clothes he was wearing last night, looking very much like we had just woken him up and the room was still in darkness. He croaks what time is it? I brightly tell him about time we got moving, so after a quick change and we set off.
We reach the outside of the hotel and a rather sheepish Mark apologies for the disaster the night before, of course we tell him it is okay and that to be honest we found it quite funny. (Don’t worry peeps there is more on this later, stay with me...).
By this stage we have missed breakfast in the hotel so we get a tram to centraal station and start the hunt for food…bearing in mind that dinner was pretty much unsuccessful for all of us last night and that we were all fucking ravenous we stopped at Park Plaza which looked like the first place that was still doing breakfast, and frankly I was so hungry I nearly could have went a febo
Sarah and I ordered French breakfast which consisted of really sweet stuff that was really bad for you, pain au chocolate (also covered in chocolate) three croissants (with optional chocolate sprinkles) we also had hot chocolate and orange juice. Mark went for the scrambled eggs and it was here that I noted that he could once again manage the knife and fork!
So tummies full we consult the map and we decide to hit Hill Street Blues. We briefly wander the RLD in the drizzle and reach HSB. This is my first time here, but it was on my list of suggestions kindly provided in my previous thread. Sarah decides she prefers hash to weed and orders a pre-rolled hash joint. I order for Mark and I and I ask the bud tender what the least strong bud would be (at this stage I couldn’t cope with anymore sleeping or whities) upon his suggestion we opt for Thai and buy two grams, while this wouldn’t have been my choice I guess I was still trying to be a good friend. I honestly can’t remember the cost; I do know it was pretty cheap. I didn’t take a menu pic in HSB because the laminated menu was coming apart and it just wouldn’t have made a good photo. We order drinks at the bar. I hire their largest bong (€10 deposit) and we head down the few stairs and sit and look out by the canal.
It is at this stage that I felt I could have choked Mark when he all of a sudden declared that enough is enough, he is not going to have anymore green stuff EVER. Two thoughts came to my mind, the first, why the hell didn’t you tell me this before I bought the Thai and secondly, yeah right I’ll see how you feel in another few hours. I tried reassuring him that last night would be a one off – he was tired, low blood sugar etc and you do not want THAT to be your lasting memory of Amsterdam. He is still refusing the weed
So anyway HSB was pretty busy, one of the busiest CS I have been to, it looked like there were quite a few student dudes hanging out, the music was absolutely shocking, it was rap or hip hop or something. Anyways Sarah lights up the J and I fire up the bong, it is then I begin to realize that most of the aforementioned student dudes are staring at me. I’m thinking is it the size of the bong? Is it me? WTF is wrong? Sarah and Mark kindly advise me not to hold the bong in a way that suggests I am performing sexual favours...
Here is the bong from HSB
Here is me taking a hit from the bong – I figure the picture is pretty shakey as Sarah took it whilst stoned and that facial recognition software will not work, if someone thinks it will – please advise!!! FYI that is Mark's arm in photo - just to prove he is alive and well
Enjoyed more than a few bong hits it has to be said and we left HSB ready for our lunch.
We stop by a little café near the RLD – I failed to make a note of its name. Sarah and I ordered broccoli soup with cheese and tomato toasties and two cokes. Mark ordered soup. I ate half of the soup and thought that it would make a nice picture for the report, so here it is…
After finishing up I decided to go to the bathroom. Okay peeps here is Rufus’ big mistake number one: I cringe as I type this but I mistook the ladies and gents in Dutch and went to the blokes toilet – first time ever in my life I have done this, I just think I totally ignored or just didn’t see that there was one for males and one for females. It was Sarah who pointed out my error, Mark laughed, I glared at him and reminded him about last night...
As we are about to head I look at Sarah who is a bit quieter than usual and looks kind of green to say the least. I ask her if she is okay, she replies not really she really feels nauseous and blames the smoke. By now I’m feeling like this is some kind of bad dream, surely this can’t be happening again…I should point out at this stage that out of the three of us I would be the least experienced toker or at least that’s what I thought. It is also at this point that I abandon any chance of getting around all the CS that I had planned.
Okay so what to do? Sarah wants to go back to the hotel, so again the three of us troop back and we are there about 45 mins later. By now it is absolutely chucking it down so I change from my jeans and flip-flops into something much more suitable. Sarah lies down and has decided she just ate too much for lunch, but decides to stay in bed for a few hours listening to music, I check she is okay for me to leave, she tells me to go, I don’t argue and I knock Mark’s door and ask if he is staying or coming with me. He braves the rain with me and off we head. I had a few errands to do, which included purchasing 5 more grams of AH from Abraxas, and then window shopped (okay I went to two shops) and then thought bollocks to this as we made our way to Basjoe where we spent most of the afternoon. I wasn’t overly sure where it was so I was consulting the ACD map plus cross referencing it with my handy pop-up map of Amsterdam when a nice young guy asks if he can see my map. Now this was a pretty standard and reasonable request but I freaked out, stuttered something at him and said well here use this one, as I thrust my rather soggy and not so popping up and down map at him. I have no idea why I had the freak episode, but anyway...
So as we walk to Basjoe Mark starts to ask me a few questions from last night. I immediately start laughing but then realized I was being cruel when he explained what he thought was happening to him. He said Rufus that was baaaaad I have never felt like that before, while in the restaurant he claimed he felt like he was in a parallel universe with voices telling him what to do?? And that he was completely unaware as to where he was, where we were, but he knew we (Sarah and I) were there because he could also hear our voices in the distance. He said he forgot how to speak but knew that he should and that something just told him to sleep…WTF
Then he asked with great trepidation if he had had two red stripe marks down his temple last night and could I examine his face and head for scratches. I’m sure passers wondered if I was checking him for nits or something, but I’m pleased to report that I couldn’t find anything wrong, but I did declare that I had seen the red stripes too. He said that is good because he looked at himself at 4am and thought he seen them but at 9am they had gone…the mystery of the red stripes has yet to be resolved as I type this. Again he mumbled thanks for not abandoning him (note for Dan here) he said if he had been away with the lads they most likely would have shaved his eyebrows off and chucked him in the canal
We make it Basjoe pretty much soaked it has to be said and I was very excited as this was my first time here. I wonder which person is James and should I introduce myself? Then I think that may make me come across as some kind of creepy weirdo so I opt against it this time. I purchased 2 grams of orange bud (still thinking Mark might join me and this isn’t strong), drinks, kit-kat and borrowed a bong and we sat in the window watching the world go by. I start thinking that I should rename Friday as bong-day! Whilst sitting in the window I start to think about what the ladies (and men) go through in the RLD. Quite a few people had a good stare in the window, I’m thinking this is a bong, not a sex toy, but clearly I inadvertently provided some interest out there on a wet afternoon. By now it is about 6pm and Sarah phones to say she is feeling much better and will meet us in Dam Sq for food soon. We meet Sarah at Dam Sq who declares she would like to go to Basjoe before dinner, so back we go again. Okay so with the exception of two hours in the afternoon I had been stoned all day and was in no state to put up a fight Purchased some WW and even more bong hits later we meet Mark’s friend Jonny and the four of us head for eats. We go to an Italian opposite Wok to Go on Rookin – again I didn’t write the name down and I cannot remember it. Pizzas all round, very nice…it was still pissing down and we decide to head around to Nes – all the flock are still doing well, but Jonny and Mark have declared they are sticking to beer, yet I can see in Jonny’s eyes he is sorely tempted!
So the girlies toke on and the guys beer on most of the night. As I look around me I was wondering if any ACD folk are here, I didn’t hear any N’ern Irish accent so I assumed DC wasn’t working and apart from Avatars I have really nothing to work with, so I abandoned the thinking and just went on toking. Sarah spies a table near the window so off we head to grab seats and the table. I struggle off the stool and make an attempt to carry four glasses and a bong. After a few steps I realize that this wasn’t the wisest decision of my life and luckily Jonny had clearly seen the fear in my eyes as he jumped off the seat and came to assist the aforementioned now slipping glassware from my hands. Sarah then declares she wants some hash and would I go with her. By now it is pretty late I am very stoned and my sense of direction has went very, very bad, but I agree. We go Kadinsky, she wants pre-rolled hash and they don’t have any! Back to Basjoe and purchase some pre-rolled hash joints. We go back to Nes where Jonny declares he will call it a night, but still I see the hunger for weed in his eyes so he has a couple of tokes on a J and heads on. About 45 minutes later we all reluctantly agree to go too. Sarah and I deposit Mark to his room, then we go back outside and like two naughty school girls smoke the hash around the corner from the hotel. We get back into the lift to go to our room and we get a few smirks from other guests, it is then it dawns on me that we absolutely must stink of weed and hash. By now it has to be said I’m feeling pretty much fucked and I collapse onto the bed in a star fish like pose and sleep soundly until morning, thinking Yip I really love Amsterdam!
Friday
Okay so by 9.30 the next morning Sarah and I are raring to go. It looks like it is to be a nice day so we dress for nice weather (again we were soon to realize this was mistake number two). We go to Mark’s room and knock the door and wait…we keep waiting…we knock again…still waiting…By now I am starting to panic a little thinking, shit, is he dead/alive? Is he in a coma? Did he wander last night and now is no longer in his room, if so where could he be? So still waiting I phone his mobile, at least it rings, then after a few more seconds hey presto and much to my relief Mark opens the door still in the same crumpled clothes he was wearing last night, looking very much like we had just woken him up and the room was still in darkness. He croaks what time is it? I brightly tell him about time we got moving, so after a quick change and we set off.
We reach the outside of the hotel and a rather sheepish Mark apologies for the disaster the night before, of course we tell him it is okay and that to be honest we found it quite funny. (Don’t worry peeps there is more on this later, stay with me...).
By this stage we have missed breakfast in the hotel so we get a tram to centraal station and start the hunt for food…bearing in mind that dinner was pretty much unsuccessful for all of us last night and that we were all fucking ravenous we stopped at Park Plaza which looked like the first place that was still doing breakfast, and frankly I was so hungry I nearly could have went a febo
Sarah and I ordered French breakfast which consisted of really sweet stuff that was really bad for you, pain au chocolate (also covered in chocolate) three croissants (with optional chocolate sprinkles) we also had hot chocolate and orange juice. Mark went for the scrambled eggs and it was here that I noted that he could once again manage the knife and fork!
So tummies full we consult the map and we decide to hit Hill Street Blues. We briefly wander the RLD in the drizzle and reach HSB. This is my first time here, but it was on my list of suggestions kindly provided in my previous thread. Sarah decides she prefers hash to weed and orders a pre-rolled hash joint. I order for Mark and I and I ask the bud tender what the least strong bud would be (at this stage I couldn’t cope with anymore sleeping or whities) upon his suggestion we opt for Thai and buy two grams, while this wouldn’t have been my choice I guess I was still trying to be a good friend. I honestly can’t remember the cost; I do know it was pretty cheap. I didn’t take a menu pic in HSB because the laminated menu was coming apart and it just wouldn’t have made a good photo. We order drinks at the bar. I hire their largest bong (€10 deposit) and we head down the few stairs and sit and look out by the canal.
It is at this stage that I felt I could have choked Mark when he all of a sudden declared that enough is enough, he is not going to have anymore green stuff EVER. Two thoughts came to my mind, the first, why the hell didn’t you tell me this before I bought the Thai and secondly, yeah right I’ll see how you feel in another few hours. I tried reassuring him that last night would be a one off – he was tired, low blood sugar etc and you do not want THAT to be your lasting memory of Amsterdam. He is still refusing the weed
So anyway HSB was pretty busy, one of the busiest CS I have been to, it looked like there were quite a few student dudes hanging out, the music was absolutely shocking, it was rap or hip hop or something. Anyways Sarah lights up the J and I fire up the bong, it is then I begin to realize that most of the aforementioned student dudes are staring at me. I’m thinking is it the size of the bong? Is it me? WTF is wrong? Sarah and Mark kindly advise me not to hold the bong in a way that suggests I am performing sexual favours...
Here is the bong from HSB
Here is me taking a hit from the bong – I figure the picture is pretty shakey as Sarah took it whilst stoned and that facial recognition software will not work, if someone thinks it will – please advise!!! FYI that is Mark's arm in photo - just to prove he is alive and well
Enjoyed more than a few bong hits it has to be said and we left HSB ready for our lunch.
We stop by a little café near the RLD – I failed to make a note of its name. Sarah and I ordered broccoli soup with cheese and tomato toasties and two cokes. Mark ordered soup. I ate half of the soup and thought that it would make a nice picture for the report, so here it is…
After finishing up I decided to go to the bathroom. Okay peeps here is Rufus’ big mistake number one: I cringe as I type this but I mistook the ladies and gents in Dutch and went to the blokes toilet – first time ever in my life I have done this, I just think I totally ignored or just didn’t see that there was one for males and one for females. It was Sarah who pointed out my error, Mark laughed, I glared at him and reminded him about last night...
As we are about to head I look at Sarah who is a bit quieter than usual and looks kind of green to say the least. I ask her if she is okay, she replies not really she really feels nauseous and blames the smoke. By now I’m feeling like this is some kind of bad dream, surely this can’t be happening again…I should point out at this stage that out of the three of us I would be the least experienced toker or at least that’s what I thought. It is also at this point that I abandon any chance of getting around all the CS that I had planned.
Okay so what to do? Sarah wants to go back to the hotel, so again the three of us troop back and we are there about 45 mins later. By now it is absolutely chucking it down so I change from my jeans and flip-flops into something much more suitable. Sarah lies down and has decided she just ate too much for lunch, but decides to stay in bed for a few hours listening to music, I check she is okay for me to leave, she tells me to go, I don’t argue and I knock Mark’s door and ask if he is staying or coming with me. He braves the rain with me and off we head. I had a few errands to do, which included purchasing 5 more grams of AH from Abraxas, and then window shopped (okay I went to two shops) and then thought bollocks to this as we made our way to Basjoe where we spent most of the afternoon. I wasn’t overly sure where it was so I was consulting the ACD map plus cross referencing it with my handy pop-up map of Amsterdam when a nice young guy asks if he can see my map. Now this was a pretty standard and reasonable request but I freaked out, stuttered something at him and said well here use this one, as I thrust my rather soggy and not so popping up and down map at him. I have no idea why I had the freak episode, but anyway...
So as we walk to Basjoe Mark starts to ask me a few questions from last night. I immediately start laughing but then realized I was being cruel when he explained what he thought was happening to him. He said Rufus that was baaaaad I have never felt like that before, while in the restaurant he claimed he felt like he was in a parallel universe with voices telling him what to do?? And that he was completely unaware as to where he was, where we were, but he knew we (Sarah and I) were there because he could also hear our voices in the distance. He said he forgot how to speak but knew that he should and that something just told him to sleep…WTF
Then he asked with great trepidation if he had had two red stripe marks down his temple last night and could I examine his face and head for scratches. I’m sure passers wondered if I was checking him for nits or something, but I’m pleased to report that I couldn’t find anything wrong, but I did declare that I had seen the red stripes too. He said that is good because he looked at himself at 4am and thought he seen them but at 9am they had gone…the mystery of the red stripes has yet to be resolved as I type this. Again he mumbled thanks for not abandoning him (note for Dan here) he said if he had been away with the lads they most likely would have shaved his eyebrows off and chucked him in the canal We make it Basjoe pretty much soaked it has to be said and I was very excited as this was my first time here. I wonder which person is James and should I introduce myself? Then I think that may make me come across as some kind of creepy weirdo so I opt against it this time. I purchased 2 grams of orange bud (still thinking Mark might join me and this isn’t strong), drinks, kit-kat and borrowed a bong and we sat in the window watching the world go by. I start thinking that I should rename Friday as bong-day! Whilst sitting in the window I start to think about what the ladies (and men) go through in the RLD. Quite a few people had a good stare in the window, I’m thinking this is a bong, not a sex toy, but clearly I inadvertently provided some interest out there on a wet afternoon. By now it is about 6pm and Sarah phones to say she is feeling much better and will meet us in Dam Sq for food soon. We meet Sarah at Dam Sq who declares she would like to go to Basjoe before dinner, so back we go again. Okay so with the exception of two hours in the afternoon I had been stoned all day and was in no state to put up a fight
Purchased some WW and even more bong hits later we meet Mark’s friend Jonny and the four of us head for eats. We go to an Italian opposite Wok to Go on Rookin – again I didn’t write the name down and I cannot remember it. Pizzas all round, very nice…it was still pissing down and we decide to head around to Nes – all the flock are still doing well, but Jonny and Mark have declared they are sticking to beer, yet I can see in Jonny’s eyes he is sorely tempted!So the girlies toke on and the guys beer on most of the night. As I look around me I was wondering if any ACD folk are here, I didn’t hear any N’ern Irish accent so I assumed DC wasn’t working and apart from Avatars I have really nothing to work with, so I abandoned the thinking and just went on toking. Sarah spies a table near the window so off we head to grab seats and the table. I struggle off the stool and make an attempt to carry four glasses and a bong. After a few steps I realize that this wasn’t the wisest decision of my life and luckily Jonny had clearly seen the fear in my eyes as he jumped off the seat and came to assist the aforementioned now slipping glassware from my hands. Sarah then declares she wants some hash and would I go with her. By now it is pretty late I am very stoned and my sense of direction has went very, very bad, but I agree. We go Kadinsky, she wants pre-rolled hash and they don’t have any! Back to Basjoe and purchase some pre-rolled hash joints. We go back to Nes where Jonny declares he will call it a night, but still I see the hunger for weed in his eyes so he has a couple of tokes on a J and heads on. About 45 minutes later we all reluctantly agree to go too. Sarah and I deposit Mark to his room, then we go back outside and like two naughty school girls smoke the hash around the corner from the hotel. We get back into the lift to go to our room and we get a few smirks from other guests, it is then it dawns on me that we absolutely must stink of weed and hash. By now it has to be said I’m feeling pretty much fucked and I collapse onto the bed in a star fish like pose and sleep soundly until morning, thinking Yip I really love Amsterdam!
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This series of reports are the best I've ever read...and I've read a few!. Glad you took the time...
I think your friend should be careful tho...those things he described happening could indicate a weakness on his part to THC...just be careful...
edit...ik moet eigenlijk even zeggen...Last Hamlet's were the best...but you are a very close second!
I think your friend should be careful tho...those things he described happening could indicate a weakness on his part to THC...just be careful...
edit...ik moet eigenlijk even zeggen...Last Hamlet's were the best...but you are a very close second!
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