I made my first trip to Amsterdam in 1996. I was flying from NJ to Israel and decided to arrange a 36 layover in Amsterdam.
My flight landed around 6am. Knowing nothing about the country I was in (did not know of the internet in 96) I jumped into a taxi and told him to find me a hotel in Amsterdam. The hotel was the cook hotel or something like that. It was about $100 a night for a clean room with my own shower. After having a shower and a little chill in the room I decided to go downstairs hit the breakfast buffet, which I remember was excellent. It was now around 9 or 9:30 in the morning and I knew exactly what I wanted to do, find some smoke.
In 96 no one I knew had been to Amsterdam except one person and he told me about his trip and the grasshopper. Luckily my hotel was practically right around across the street from what I think is the original grasshopper and the guy was actually unlocking the door as I was approaching.
Since I was solo and we were the only people in the coffee shop he did not seem to mind all my questions, and once I had that first smoke, I remember it was Super Skunk and it was really good. I spent the rest of the day puffin away at the grasshopper until I finally went back to my hotel and crashed out for a few hours.
Eventually I woke up and went to go get some food and do some exploring on my only night in Amsterdam. I wanted to go see the red light area, but did not want to look like a perv and go up to people asking where the hookers are, so I figured if I kept walking around I would eventually find them, boy was I wrong.
I spent all night walking around in a stoned haze looking for the red lights instead of hitting as many coffee shops as I could, and I eventually gave up and went back to the hotel to go to sleep.
The next day went back to the grasshopper and got another little bag since I did not have to go to the airport till 4:30. Spent my time looking at head shops and getting shitty Amsterdam gifts for people. Eventually went back to hotel to grab my bag and wait for me prearranged taxi.
When the taxi arrived I was told by the people at the desk that my taxi was at opposite entrance from the one I had been using. As soon as I walked through the door there were the red light windows I had spent all night walking around to find they were on the opposite side of my hotel.
My next trip would be much better
My First Trip Back in 97
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thats a really good point. my first trip was in 96 and my second trip was in 2007 and i really remember the first trip much better, then again the second trip i smoked a lot more that could explain the lack of memories.roker wrote:Good story...the first time isn't necessarily the best, but you remember it the most...