Thursday 10 March/ midday.
The Champagne Haze made the Dutch girl in Pico's look nice. Pico's is a brown bar just round the corner from my digs and was thinking of making it my local for now. I went in there to ask for directions to New Times c/s. I knew there was another one close to here and the Media, but New Times is closed according to ACD, so was making it a bit of mission to find another one open nearby. I got talking to a Dutch guy at the bar and I decided it would be well rude not to stay for a drink and get him one. It was whilst paying for the drinks and discussing with the Dutch guy that it was always good to ask for directions in a pub because they have Lager, that I noticed Maria staring at me from the corner of my eye. Not the corner of her eye though, she did not have a squint or anything. Neither, at that time, did I know her name was Maria. Found that out latter.
She was sitting on a stool at the corner of the bar. Seems I had run into a few locals in their local. Not a stunner in the looks area, but how shallow is that? Had a great body though. I guess that is shallow too. If she had a wonky shape would I have lost interest? I'd like to think not. Anyway, her curves and cute butt were oozing out of a tight pair of Levi's as was other curvy bits in her tight top. Looked like she had a pair of frisky puppies up there fighting to get out. I thought she had a Mediterranean look about her, but turned out she was Dutch and living and working in Amsterdam. Was getting nice signals as well. Stroking her hair and definitely checking me out. We had a lot in common too. Both separated, both with grown up children and both without partners at present.
She told me that Pico's was her local, and as I was staying nearby maybe I should make it my local to as she was often in there for coffee and stuff. (I put coffee as I do not want you to think she is a slush. Omg, I am defending her already!) Nice one I thought. A dutch girlfriend is high up on the wish list, may save me having to buy an apartment out here which is on the cards. Don't put me down as a cheapskate mind. I would spend the money on other things like a grow room for example. How many cannabis plants do the Dutch allow you to grow?
Was so getting into chatting to Maria that I nearly missed out when the guy at the bar got the next round in. Maria and I went outside for a smoke and she sure perked up after a few tokes of the Champagne Haze. She pointed out the coffeeshop I was looking for, swapped numbers, promised to meet up again and off I trolled to the new place. I have lost my notes on its name or rather did not save them when stoned, and what weed I got there. (I checked the map when I got home and it looks like it was the New Times. So is that closed? And if I did not go to New Times where the fuck was I?
Still, wherever it was there was a headshop next door. Went in there first. Two guys about my age, i.e. old, were buying some MDA type pills. I asked the shopkeeper about the various potions and what were they designed to do. Something she told me that really did work well was some pills called Whoosh or something. She said 2 would keep you awake all night and make you dance and stuff. Problem was there were 6 pills in the pack for 20 odd euros. We decided that a plan would be to find a buddy next door in the cofeeshop and go halves.
So I entered the c/s next door with no name, but went off the idea of finding someone to go halves on the pills with. Besides, I was not sure if I wanted to dance all night and stuff. Have you seen me dance? As my notes are lost here, I can not accurately report on what I purchased, its price or quality. Shit, I can't even remember the name of the place. Suffice to say that I stocked up on some gear to bring to the T & T I had arranged at 4.20pm that day. Was well excited over that. Should I have gotten a cake to bring to the proceedings? Maybe I should have got some party bags to hand out after to the attendees with a 60's style joint inside, a party hat and a piece of cake. Was only going to be 3 of us at the T & T so it would not have broken the bank.
Weed Porn. A Cluster of B52 placed over her bits. Guys, hpoe you are licking are your lips, and girls, if you are too, can I watch?
A number 24 tram took me Dam square, bloody handy those 96 hour passes. I was early and hit De Kuil 420 about 45 minutes before kick off. After a coffee and a smoke, I walked to Nes to find my bearings, but it was closed. A large pub nearby looked OK and I went in to order a Lager. A large one enquired the barman? He explained they had small, medium and large. So I ordered a large one. And fuck me, it was large. Huge Germanic looking glass he served it in. How much is in there then I asked as I held the glass in front of me licking my chops? One litre he said. Shit I thought, that's 1 and 3/4 pints in real money. What a result. Didn't mind that it cost 7.50 euros now.
Made the de Kuil 420 on time after, unfortunately, rushing the Lager. Met Gapie at the door and we walked in together to find djreign. We sat down at the table in the back and after laying out an ACD map, djreign just kinda 'appeared'. He had been sitting next to me for 5 minutes and I think it was getting the map out that cracked it. I had exchanged emails with dj for the past 2 weeks, so he was like a mate already and had met gapie before about a month ago at a t & t organised by tranq'. We placed our various bags of weed on the table and gapie started to shove some of my B52 in a long blue and silver pipe he had. He then shoved the pipe in my mouth and lit it for me. True gentleman is gapie. Was nice in a pipe. Better than a joint. A quicker more intense buz. We all rolled a few joints and started to pass them round. Djreign didn't pass his round though as he had a cold. Either that, or he had some well good shit! - only 'aving a larf mate.
The rest of the afternoon in the 420 is a bit hazy after that. Dj left after a while to meet up with a mate for dinner. Gapie and I went to Central c/s as I wanted, craved even, another bag of B52. We then walked just around the corner to Voyagers as gapie was into the OG18 they had on the menu. I asked the budtender to weigh me out a gram. Was only 5 euros I think. Looked lost in the bag though. Is that all I get for me 5 euros I asked the tender? Can't you bung another bit in for my 5? He put his fingers in the tub of weed and pretended to sprinkle some more in the bag. He looked at me as he was doing it and when he saw that I had sussed out what he was doing, we both laughed as I said you aint putting no more in there mate. Its strong enough already he told me, that will be enough. Shall I make 2 joints out of that then, I asked him? No, just make one good one. So I did. And fuck me gently with a shovel, did that hit the spot. After doing a load at the 420, a B52 just now at Central, I was well on my way. I must have said goodbye to gapie at some stage, think we talked about being in Basjoes at 7pm the next day, not sure though. I am sure though that I got a tram number 2 to Leidsplein to check out the night life.
Had a Dutch pancake in the Sports bar at Leidsplein, cream, ice cream and warm cherries sitting on a thin crepe. Excellent munchies fodder. Then made my way to the Bulldog c/s a few doors down. Not a Bulldog fan really, but a friend of mine works there and he looks after my pipe between visits. Mind you, when I have been without weed, some purchased at previous times in the Bulldog to keep me going have been OK, nothing to send an email home about though. My friend was not working that evening, so I sat down to roll a few joints to smoke in the nightclub next door.
Not quite sure how to describe what happened next in the nightclub, is was scary and funny at the same time. I walked in, got a pint and stood by the dance floor smoking one of the joints I had just rolled. A group of female 20 somethings were giving it large on the dance floor. One girl, very attractive in a short skirt, kept jumping in the middle and dancing very suggestively. Her mates were cheering her on and I was loving it all. After perving for a bit, I decided to find a space with a bit more elbow room and walked toward the upstairs part. The stairs in the club are made of mirrors and sweep up in a gentle curve. There are coloured lights all over and I was well trippy by now as I approached the stairs, what with all the gear I had partaken in that day.
At the top of the stairs was a seating and smoking area. That was packed. I stood there with the pint in my hand, my back to the wall and looked to the right. There was a further area there, but that looked crowded too. However I decided to go and have a look, but as I moved to my left to pass a guy standing next to me, he did the same thing. We then got in one of situations where whichever way I went to get pass, he did the exact same move. In the end I said 'Hang on a minute mate. You stand still, I will move to my left and pass OK?" As I was saying this, I began to notice that he was mimicking me and wondered what his game was. Those of you ahead of me will realise that I was talking to own reflection in the mirrored wall. Just like you see Laurel and Hardy doing and in cartoons etc. When it slowly dawned on me that I was talking to myself in the mirror, I turned round to face the real world and felt sure there would be loads of people laughing at me and taking the piss. No one though had seen or taken any notice of me. I had planed to say that I do it for a laugh, and find it a good way to break the ice and meet people. The scary part off course, was the fact that for a while I was certain my own reflection was someone else! Didn't really mind that others may have witnessed my embarrassment and taken the piss, my mates do that to me all the time.
Leidsplein Square, Bulldog side. Where it says 'Palace' is the enterance to the Nightclub.
After that little scare. I went back down stairs and found a place to sit by the dance floor and skinned up a bit of Amnesia to calm down. The club was heaving and I was well tired having survived on about 5 hours a night for the past two weeks, so I walked home. Its about 15 minutes by foot, and I thought of the lovely Anallise curled up in her bed as I walked and .....
Friday 11 March 3am
Before I put the lights out, I must tell you about these chocolate biscuits I found that are brilliant. Got a tea on the go and a last joint with a pack of chocolate covered 'things' I got from Albert Heijn. They are called ''Chocoladebruine kussens van glanzend satijn gevuld donzige slagroom.'' Love that word slagroom. It reminds me of my ex wife's bedroom. No - lovely girl really, and we are still good mates.
9am. and onwards. Wearing a lot of blue of today. My ex, Carol, would say ' you have too much blue on.' She had an opinion on everything. She had opinions on things she hadn't even thought up yet. She was way beyond me. Room here is nice. Sun shining through both windows. They are at right angles to each other. Going to have a fat one and a beer before I go out. Its mid-day now. Been like a tit in a trance all morning. Bit of activity now and then, but a lot of pottering about. Cream playing now. Had Led Zeppelin before and the Doors. I like loads of music. Even some of Lady Ga Ga. Was dancing to Poker Face the other week back home in some night club, after I had sniffed some dodgy stuff I got off the Internet. That kept me awake all night, like I suppose that Woosh would have done. Ain't doing that again. Didn't want my roast dinner the next day either. Sod that.
Spent most of the day just cruising really. Have already found enough good strains to keep me going and I guess you can only get so high on cannabis. Mind you I have never found anything as strong as some weed I had in West Africa many years ago. Smoked it twice, once in Lagos and once in Accra. Bloody heavy shit it was, frightening at times. Would love to try it again though in my more mature years, OK, now I am and ole fart. Asked about it on the forum last year. Someone told me off a c/s to try for West African strains, forgot the name just now, and went there on the next visit, but what I purchased there was nowhere near it.
Cannabis bomb hits Dam Square
Saturday 12 March. 7am
Got lost looking for Basjoes last night. Been there twice before as well. The first time to pass on Island Girl's condolences just after Jame's brother had died. Almost homed in on it twice. One time I asked someone for directions who had just come out of there. Its just round the corner he said, you can't miss it. But I did. Decided to get a tram back home and check out a lively spot there. The red light district is OK for me, but in small doses
Still, its very quiet here this morning. Having total silence time. No TV, no music nothing.
Let the sound of silence play for about 2 hours and then put some music on. A mate of mine has giving me a hard drive caddie with 80 gig of music on it. It has loads of stuff. Its as good as Spotify, which ain't free in Holland anymore btw. My mate is a bit of a geek and he worked out that it would take me 379 years and 37 days without sleeping to listen to it from track one to the end. Sod that, could you imagine going that long without having a kip?
Lily Allen is singing now about some geezar she loves but he can't make her cum. Singing 'It ain't fair and I think your really mean, you never make me scream.........' I would like to think that I could make her cum. Will never, off course, get the chance though. Despite these ramblings here, I am a realist. Need to get me ass down to Central c/s for another pack of B52. He would not sell me 2 packs yesterday because of the 5g per day per shop rule. Yesterday Ray mond was not there. Some other guy served me. When he got the B52 out of the box and not beneath the counter, I did not feel special anymore. I had thought that Ray mond kept it under the counter for his special mates.
Another tram ride took me back to Central c/s today. Ray mond, your finest B52 and a cup of Capachino please me ole China I asked on entering. Ah, been waiting for you to come in Dave. Fresh out of B52, but you must try this Kiereweit. Its from the same grower who supplied me with Davidorff that you keep bugging me about. Pleased to hear he has not been busted then I added. Like the B52 it was 25 euros for 3.8 g. Ray mond further explained that bags with a blue name label are from one particular grower, and if you go back for the same strain and the labels in red, then that means same strain different grower. Worth knowing I thought.
The Kiereweit was good. Like the B52 it crumbled in your fingers like sugar. It had a very strong Skunk smell. I remember once going round a dealers house in London. He was selling home grown skunk. Not growing it himself mind. In his house he had a huge polythene bag of skunk in the kitchen and you could smell it throughout the hole house, as soon as you walked in the front door even. (He was in a bit of a panic as he had to sell the whole lot in 2 days before his wife got back and then try and get rid of the smell. Got a really good deal as a result. Got a weight for about 10 bob I think.) Anyway a bit of Kiereweit on my fingers smelt like his house on that day. The high came on quick. Had only put enough tobacco in it to make it burn nicely. Trippy and dreamy and quite intense. One spliff was enough. Normally roll one up to smoke on the way to wherever next, but did not on this occasion so it must have been good.
The mural inside Central
I walked to Central Station area and looked at the new arrivals as they streamed into the city. A few back packers walked by with a look of awe on their faces. It was at this point that I had one of them moments. The Kierweit had well kicked in by now and suddenly this peaceful easy feeling came over me. I even had a chat with my maker. She was talking in riddles as usual. I guess you could say it was a Holy experience. I do not want to go on about it and I think God likes you to keep such things between you and Her. But it was nice, making my hairs stand on end right now typing and thinking about it. That place and what I was looking at at the time is now very special to me.
Sunday 11 March, 9am.
Last day today. Want to leave here around 3pm. I look at the coffee table. There are bags of weed everywhere. A good 2 grams of that Keireweit left. Other bags of half spent weed and a few lumps of hash. Must be near on an ounce left altogether. I have that false panic of 'oh my I have to smoke all that before I get on the plane, oh what a shame.' I decided to roll up a joint of pure Keirweit, but it will not stay alight. Re rolled it with a touch of tobacco as I never did pick up my pipe.
Super Crystal
So spent the rest of my time finishing off the stash. Popped out to get a steak and salad and to see if Maria was in Picot's. She was not, but I know where she drinks for the next visit. The streets were well quiet this Sunday morning. A total contrast to last night. Met Anallise on the way back looking as lovely as ever. At 3.15pm I was all packed. Had 2 last spliffs rolled, one for Central Station and one for the airport.
Arrived at Schipol at just after 4pm, one joint down and one left to go. I walked out of the station/airport concourse to the smoking area. I thought of Boner and all the other ACD stoners who say they have a last smoke here. At check in after I entered my ref number in one of those machine things. It brought up my name and flight, but a message came up saying to check in at the desk. Tried the machine next to it, but it did the same thing. At check in she said the flight was full and I was on standby, but there were seats in Club class if there was a no show. So I got a standby luggage label put on my case and a standby boarding pass.
At the gate, I waited to be one of the last to go through security. The B.A. check in girl there said we have a seat for you in Business class and gave me a new boarding pass with a seat up at the dear end for an excursion price. As I sat in the leather chair on the aircraft with a bottle of champagne and still buzzing from the last joint, I thought it was the perfect ending to a perfect four night stay. Roll on April 28, literally, for the next visit.
Club Media's Hash menu pic1
Club Media's Hash menu pic2
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