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One more to go: this was not the last one! We still have December 1...we didn't leave early morning...so there is still a bit of reporting to come...
Stoner chicks RULE
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Great! It'll be the Easter Special.luvtick wrote:One more to go: this was not the last one! We still have December 1...we didn't leave early morning...so there is still a bit of reporting to come...
Can't wait...
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A great story and excellent pictures, as always 
. The ice train is a classic.
Thank you.
. The ice train is a classic.Thank you.
What a long strange trip it is.
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funny as the same sentence, both can make you happy and sadUntil next year…sigh…good night everyone…
+1Brilliant, bravo.
see you in November
Amsterdam Viking warning .. ???
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About the ICE train: These are the german high speed trains. On the new track segments specifically built for them, they will run at 185 mph, up to 200mph to make up a few lost minutes. Unless of course it gets a little warmer in the summer, the air conditioning units that were only designed for temps up to 90 degrees fail and loads of the these trains have to be stopped since it gets unbearably hot inside. They fixed that by setting the inside temp a little higher. Of course in the winter, when there's actually this snow stuff, they have to slow down because there is fear of chunks of ice dropping off the trains which could in turn kick up the little rocks and damage the train.
But if and when they take me to Amsterdam in less than three hours - which they have done several times - I have nothing to complain.
But if and when they take me to Amsterdam in less than three hours - which they have done several times - I have nothing to complain.
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amazing job luvtick, cant wait to catch up with every1 again in 7months time,(how time flies) &the spoon dam i love that stuff, it really is #1,
+il pm u my email for that pic
++just noticed, only 320 in the west, have a goodun
dam i love that stuff, it really is #1,+il pm u my email for that pic
++just noticed, only 320 in the west, have a goodun
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Day 15 / December 1, 2010 / Last day…departure day…sad day……
I’m not even sure we went to sleep. It seems as if we never stopped making love…and we are STILL embraced as we were a few short hours (?) ago… There is nothing else right now. It is just the two of us. There is quite an explosion of feelings (that too…lol…) as we know this is the last time we will be together, for maybe an entire year. I can’t think about that! I mean…I REALLY can’t think about that. It is just us…
When I finally step out of the shower for the last time, I do a final visual sweep of the area to be sure there is nothing left behind. Nope…just my tears mixing with the rinsed-out conditioner swirling down the drain…I hate this part…
…and this one too…we MUST pack up EVERYTHING now...argh…no better way to get that accomplished than to just do it. So we do, with the Howard Stern Show again being the only talking. Grid by grid, we check the room to be sure nothing is left behind. We have no weed on us, but I guarantee our clothes REEK! When the last zipper is zipped, we stack the bags neatly by the door and return our so-much-fun-ORANGE-electric scooter. Which, I’ve neglected to mention until now, Bong LUVS that it is orange. That way, he says, people KNOW we’re tourists and they EXPECT us to do something stupid…lmfao…even now…
A quick stop at the ATM machine and we pop inside the Albert Heijn for some food to take home. We score with an aisle end cap display of Sinterklaas stuff on sale and suddenly a few more people will get a little somethin’-somethin’ from here! Yay! Christmas shopping nearly complete…and it’s only December 1!
The scooter is given its final task of taking us back to Dutch Bike Amsterdam. A last look back at that little orange thing is actually kind of sad…every step back to Eden is sad. The room is scanned one last time and the bags rolled into the hallway. The door closes with a bang, as if to tell us, in no uncertain terms, that our time inside has come to a close. For the first time the entire trip, the elevator is waiting at the second floor and the door opens as soon as the “down” button is pressed. Of course. The reception desk is empty and the clerk is waiting to help us check out. Of course. It all happens so quickly that I am surprised to find us in a taxi riding up to Voyagers. In less than 5 minutes we are there and we lug our bags inside.
The coffees we order are given to us so quickly it seems as if Highly Blessed knew we were on our way and he started them before we got here! The giant bong is awakened from its overnight slumber and given a big breakfast of yummy Shoreline. We give our lungs a nice healthy breakfast of the same. Before my first coughing fit of the morning ceases, Hide walks through the doors and sparks one of my other favorites from this trip: some Lemon OG he twisted. Mmmmmmmmmmm… Wow… Great smoke so far today…
Highly Blessed and Mrs. Highly Blessed are both here now. The GIANT bong is here too and HB is sharing some Nepalese hash and some isolator granules. We fill the bong’s bowl with some Super Silver Haze and top it off with some of the just-mentioned hash. Yeehaw… Makes you kinda forget about leaving, until someone mentions it…like I just did…damn…
Voyager’s own handy-woman, Lynne, arrives and is in a fantastic mood! She is the cutest little Chinese lady. She was very excited about her night last night. She is talking and smiling and more social than I’ve ever seen her! We listen and try to understand her, but the mixture of her Chinese accent on top of speaking English with a British accent combined with Dutch words…oh my…very challenging, indeed!
Like clockwork, the doors fly open at this same time just like they do most mornings, I think… Who appears? Gapie! …on his way to work…stopping off for his morning spliff… In typical-Gapie fashion, he busts through the doors yelling, “Good Morning, Mother Fuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrs!” lolololololololololol…. SO early, and he’s already ready already…lol…We talk with him for a while and right before he departs for work, Bong gives Gapie our leftover weed. He is grateful and bounces out and off to work. He reminds me of Tigger…
Hide is beginning to get more and more upset. Tomoya has already left. Now we are leaving. I take a photo of Bong, HB, Mrs. HB and Hide. Hide fakes a smile. He really begins to sob. Mrs. HB is so kind to him. I think he ends up staying the rest of his trip at Voyagers. Poor guy was eaten up by bed bugs at his other hotel. Bong takes Highly Blessed aside and thanks him for all his hospitality. Then, the coolest thing: Bong gives the leftover Spoon…the one we lost yesterday…to Highly Blessed. I think the Spoon is still making “guest appearances” here and there…how cool…
When the stalling can no more be entertained, Schiphol appears before we can change our minds and run away to………. Reminders that the calendar now says December are everywhere in the airport. The gigantic Christmas tree is admired as are all the twinkling lights. Oh yeah…it’s nearly Christmas. I have to still……… NO! No reality until I board my flight from Detroit to San Francisco. Amsterdam is departed without incident. Unless tears count… This flight is much less exciting than our previous flight. The little black rain cloud follows me onto the aircraft and hangs right over seat 13B. I lean my head onto Bong’s shoulder and breathe him in. I try to memorize everything. Nothing more is written in THE NOTEBOOK. Everything now is a gamble, memory-wise.
Wheels touchdown in Detroit after we travel over countless cites and countless miles of ocean. We wait our turn and deplane. Now we have to deal with customs. Good thing we did not bring anything back with us. The guys in customs always ask why we were in Amsterdam. We always tell the truth…well, at least we answer a question with a question: “What do you think we were doing? Exactly what you think.” “Did you bring anything back?” “Of course not.” “Move along.”
Whew! Free! Wait…what’s this? The line splits in two…we are moved to the right…of course…secondary search. Oh well…bring it. Our bags get lugged up to the conveyor belt and a still-wet-behind-the-ears rookie gets us. He begins to go through everything. I think he looks at my stuff first. Then he opens Bong’s bag: the bag in which he carried everything around. The guy is making small talk with us...his ad-libbed lines were well rehearsed. When he gets to the bottom of the bag, he shines his flashlight in the bag. He looks up at us and says, “Is THAT what I think it is?” Bong answers, “What IS it?” Rookie-boy presses his middle finger into the bottom of the bag. As he pulls his gloved hand out of the bag, I see the middle finger has a thin layer of shake on it. The layer is so thin, you can see his glove underneath. When Bong sees it, he says, “Yes, that is EXACTLY what you think it is. It is probably what fell out of the bags I had while there." Rookie-boy gets a little stiffy thinking he may just have made the bust of his young career. The more seasoned agent is consulted. They actually do the dropper test to confirm it is MARIJUANA. OH NO. Look out… We may just have enough for a tiny bong hit. A TEST…omg…we told them it was pot. Bong is starting to get agitated. I am keeping him calm. I know that we will be ok. Seasoned-boy tells Rookie-boy that what he found IS marijuana, but it is so little…let them go…
Together they walk over to us and try to “scare” us. “Don’t ever do that again…” “Next time we won’t be so nice…” “Blahblahblah…”
THANKS, though...(really…whew!)
When we are WELL CLEAR of those guys, I tell Bong that I noticed a couple of our used “paintbrushes” fell to the floor. I am almost positive one sticks to the bottom of Rookie-boy’s shoe. The thought of Spoon being tracked ALL OVER Detroit Airport—by a Customs Agent--amuses me to no end.
After that, I don’t remember much. I know we part. That is all. I don’t remember who leaves first…it doesn’t really matter either. It sucks no matter what. I take a deep breath to keep from bursting into tears. The tiny wheeze that emits from my lungs makes me smile, cuz I know why.
The flight attendant tells us all to be sure we have our seat belts securely fastened and before I realize anything has happened, I am asleep. Complete exhaustion overtakes my brain. I sleep until we begin our descent and my exploding eardrums awaken me. Out the window is the familiar outline of the San Mateo-Hayward bridge traversing the San Francisco Bay. The never-flown-into-San-Francisco-before travelers utter their concerns about landing in the water. Wheels down. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to San Francisco.” The words are comforting, saddening, exciting and angering all at once. My bags are exactly where they should be and my ride is waiting outside. Less than 15 minutes later, I am in my garage, smoking my Blue Dream out of my perfect-bong-to-lung-ratio bong. As the stoned feeling returns, along with the fatigue, I feel like I am looking down at myself. I cannot believe the time I just had. Again.
I just want to leave you all with one question:
How many stoners does it take to write a trip report............................?????????????
…ALL OF THEM
Thanks. Everyone.
I’m not even sure we went to sleep. It seems as if we never stopped making love…and we are STILL embraced as we were a few short hours (?) ago… There is nothing else right now. It is just the two of us. There is quite an explosion of feelings (that too…lol…) as we know this is the last time we will be together, for maybe an entire year. I can’t think about that! I mean…I REALLY can’t think about that. It is just us…
When I finally step out of the shower for the last time, I do a final visual sweep of the area to be sure there is nothing left behind. Nope…just my tears mixing with the rinsed-out conditioner swirling down the drain…I hate this part…
…and this one too…we MUST pack up EVERYTHING now...argh…no better way to get that accomplished than to just do it. So we do, with the Howard Stern Show again being the only talking. Grid by grid, we check the room to be sure nothing is left behind. We have no weed on us, but I guarantee our clothes REEK! When the last zipper is zipped, we stack the bags neatly by the door and return our so-much-fun-ORANGE-electric scooter. Which, I’ve neglected to mention until now, Bong LUVS that it is orange. That way, he says, people KNOW we’re tourists and they EXPECT us to do something stupid…lmfao…even now…
A quick stop at the ATM machine and we pop inside the Albert Heijn for some food to take home. We score with an aisle end cap display of Sinterklaas stuff on sale and suddenly a few more people will get a little somethin’-somethin’ from here! Yay! Christmas shopping nearly complete…and it’s only December 1!
The scooter is given its final task of taking us back to Dutch Bike Amsterdam. A last look back at that little orange thing is actually kind of sad…every step back to Eden is sad. The room is scanned one last time and the bags rolled into the hallway. The door closes with a bang, as if to tell us, in no uncertain terms, that our time inside has come to a close. For the first time the entire trip, the elevator is waiting at the second floor and the door opens as soon as the “down” button is pressed. Of course. The reception desk is empty and the clerk is waiting to help us check out. Of course. It all happens so quickly that I am surprised to find us in a taxi riding up to Voyagers. In less than 5 minutes we are there and we lug our bags inside.
The coffees we order are given to us so quickly it seems as if Highly Blessed knew we were on our way and he started them before we got here! The giant bong is awakened from its overnight slumber and given a big breakfast of yummy Shoreline. We give our lungs a nice healthy breakfast of the same. Before my first coughing fit of the morning ceases, Hide walks through the doors and sparks one of my other favorites from this trip: some Lemon OG he twisted. Mmmmmmmmmmm… Wow… Great smoke so far today…
Highly Blessed and Mrs. Highly Blessed are both here now. The GIANT bong is here too and HB is sharing some Nepalese hash and some isolator granules. We fill the bong’s bowl with some Super Silver Haze and top it off with some of the just-mentioned hash. Yeehaw… Makes you kinda forget about leaving, until someone mentions it…like I just did…damn…
Voyager’s own handy-woman, Lynne, arrives and is in a fantastic mood! She is the cutest little Chinese lady. She was very excited about her night last night. She is talking and smiling and more social than I’ve ever seen her! We listen and try to understand her, but the mixture of her Chinese accent on top of speaking English with a British accent combined with Dutch words…oh my…very challenging, indeed!
Like clockwork, the doors fly open at this same time just like they do most mornings, I think… Who appears? Gapie! …on his way to work…stopping off for his morning spliff… In typical-Gapie fashion, he busts through the doors yelling, “Good Morning, Mother Fuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrs!” lolololololololololol…. SO early, and he’s already ready already…lol…We talk with him for a while and right before he departs for work, Bong gives Gapie our leftover weed. He is grateful and bounces out and off to work. He reminds me of Tigger…
Hide is beginning to get more and more upset. Tomoya has already left. Now we are leaving. I take a photo of Bong, HB, Mrs. HB and Hide. Hide fakes a smile. He really begins to sob. Mrs. HB is so kind to him. I think he ends up staying the rest of his trip at Voyagers. Poor guy was eaten up by bed bugs at his other hotel. Bong takes Highly Blessed aside and thanks him for all his hospitality. Then, the coolest thing: Bong gives the leftover Spoon…the one we lost yesterday…to Highly Blessed. I think the Spoon is still making “guest appearances” here and there…how cool…
When the stalling can no more be entertained, Schiphol appears before we can change our minds and run away to………. Reminders that the calendar now says December are everywhere in the airport. The gigantic Christmas tree is admired as are all the twinkling lights. Oh yeah…it’s nearly Christmas. I have to still……… NO! No reality until I board my flight from Detroit to San Francisco. Amsterdam is departed without incident. Unless tears count… This flight is much less exciting than our previous flight. The little black rain cloud follows me onto the aircraft and hangs right over seat 13B. I lean my head onto Bong’s shoulder and breathe him in. I try to memorize everything. Nothing more is written in THE NOTEBOOK. Everything now is a gamble, memory-wise.
Wheels touchdown in Detroit after we travel over countless cites and countless miles of ocean. We wait our turn and deplane. Now we have to deal with customs. Good thing we did not bring anything back with us. The guys in customs always ask why we were in Amsterdam. We always tell the truth…well, at least we answer a question with a question: “What do you think we were doing? Exactly what you think.” “Did you bring anything back?” “Of course not.” “Move along.”
Whew! Free! Wait…what’s this? The line splits in two…we are moved to the right…of course…secondary search. Oh well…bring it. Our bags get lugged up to the conveyor belt and a still-wet-behind-the-ears rookie gets us. He begins to go through everything. I think he looks at my stuff first. Then he opens Bong’s bag: the bag in which he carried everything around. The guy is making small talk with us...his ad-libbed lines were well rehearsed. When he gets to the bottom of the bag, he shines his flashlight in the bag. He looks up at us and says, “Is THAT what I think it is?” Bong answers, “What IS it?” Rookie-boy presses his middle finger into the bottom of the bag. As he pulls his gloved hand out of the bag, I see the middle finger has a thin layer of shake on it. The layer is so thin, you can see his glove underneath. When Bong sees it, he says, “Yes, that is EXACTLY what you think it is. It is probably what fell out of the bags I had while there." Rookie-boy gets a little stiffy thinking he may just have made the bust of his young career. The more seasoned agent is consulted. They actually do the dropper test to confirm it is MARIJUANA. OH NO. Look out… We may just have enough for a tiny bong hit. A TEST…omg…we told them it was pot. Bong is starting to get agitated. I am keeping him calm. I know that we will be ok. Seasoned-boy tells Rookie-boy that what he found IS marijuana, but it is so little…let them go…
Together they walk over to us and try to “scare” us. “Don’t ever do that again…” “Next time we won’t be so nice…” “Blahblahblah…”
THANKS, though...(really…whew!)
When we are WELL CLEAR of those guys, I tell Bong that I noticed a couple of our used “paintbrushes” fell to the floor. I am almost positive one sticks to the bottom of Rookie-boy’s shoe. The thought of Spoon being tracked ALL OVER Detroit Airport—by a Customs Agent--amuses me to no end.
After that, I don’t remember much. I know we part. That is all. I don’t remember who leaves first…it doesn’t really matter either. It sucks no matter what. I take a deep breath to keep from bursting into tears. The tiny wheeze that emits from my lungs makes me smile, cuz I know why.
The flight attendant tells us all to be sure we have our seat belts securely fastened and before I realize anything has happened, I am asleep. Complete exhaustion overtakes my brain. I sleep until we begin our descent and my exploding eardrums awaken me. Out the window is the familiar outline of the San Mateo-Hayward bridge traversing the San Francisco Bay. The never-flown-into-San-Francisco-before travelers utter their concerns about landing in the water. Wheels down. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to San Francisco.” The words are comforting, saddening, exciting and angering all at once. My bags are exactly where they should be and my ride is waiting outside. Less than 15 minutes later, I am in my garage, smoking my Blue Dream out of my perfect-bong-to-lung-ratio bong. As the stoned feeling returns, along with the fatigue, I feel like I am looking down at myself. I cannot believe the time I just had. Again.
I just want to leave you all with one question:
How many stoners does it take to write a trip report............................?????????????
…ALL OF THEM
Thanks. Everyone.
Stoner chicks RULE
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The_Green_Bastard
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I can feel the melancholic vibes through my keyboard. 
Thank-you once again for writing the most awesome and amazing trip report. I really ge tthe sense that writing up your report allows you to somewhat relive the memories and experiances. 
ty ty ty
Thank-you once again for writing the most awesome and amazing trip report. I really ge tthe sense that writing up your report allows you to somewhat relive the memories and experiances. ty ty ty
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Fooking stonking top report, your best yet and glad to be a very small part of it.
Spoon is still alive, bit thicker and dried out but it is still going strong and available to the Hardcore (Well the ones who dont look like they will pass out).
@Bong, enjoyed veiwing your laminated menu in Voyagers over a big fat joint
Yes the baby made it all the way to the DAMAGE for 420
Good times, good freinds, see you in November
Spoon is still alive, bit thicker and dried out but it is still going strong and available to the Hardcore (Well the ones who dont look like they will pass out).
@Bong, enjoyed veiwing your laminated menu in Voyagers over a big fat joint
Yes the baby made it all the way to the DAMAGE for 420 Good times, good freinds, see you in November
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Shheeeeiittttttt girl that was the bomb , hopefully I will make a guest appearance next year
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wow....nice..glad thee ol menu made it to amsterdam and of all places ,voyagers...cant wait to do it again and even better...we had a blast
rockin into the night