Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March 2011
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Thankyou for the comments. It makes the time spent on the report worthwhile.
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Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Great report dave. Yep lets bring on april. lol.
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Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
You are one funny bastard Dave !! You dunno how much you jus cheered me up after a late shift !!? Jus had my munch and was having my first doob while reading this !! To say I was pissing myself is an understatement !! Tears mate tears !! Well done
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Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Dave, really nice report. The T & T was great and was good to finally meet you. Gapie.....top lad too; really nice to meet you as well. Shame you could not find Bas on Saturday as i was sat in the window looking out for ya. Having said that i did not see anyone else from the Forum in there although i could have missed them in the state i was in lol.
Re my not passing ya bastard....i told you both i had the Amsterdam cold coming and i did not want to pass it around and ruin your trip. My throat was agony by Friday. I woke up and it was so dry i could hardly speak and i mean hardly speak. I really thought "shit; this is not a cold; this is something much worse". As it was, i had coffee in bed and was able to speak to home in the end. I really thought i was gonna have to stop smoking which would have been awful. It did not really start to improve until Sunday. I bought some throat tabs from Etos and they actually worked. Had to take 6 a day though and had no real idea what they were.
Will add my report soon.
Hopefully see you again soon
Den
Re my not passing ya bastard....i told you both i had the Amsterdam cold coming and i did not want to pass it around and ruin your trip. My throat was agony by Friday. I woke up and it was so dry i could hardly speak and i mean hardly speak. I really thought "shit; this is not a cold; this is something much worse". As it was, i had coffee in bed and was able to speak to home in the end. I really thought i was gonna have to stop smoking which would have been awful. It did not really start to improve until Sunday. I bought some throat tabs from Etos and they actually worked. Had to take 6 a day though and had no real idea what they were.
Will add my report soon.
Hopefully see you again soon
Den
Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Excellent , that whole mirror bit , funny as fuck

Sending out the good vibes to those that need them right now 
Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Aw mate. Did not realise your throat got so bad. Really appreciate it now that you did not pass your joints round.djreign wrote:Dave, really nice report. The T & T was great and was good to finally meet you. Gapie.....top lad too; really nice to meet you as well. Shame you could not find Bas on Saturday as i was sat in the window looking out for ya. Having said that i did not see anyone else from the Forum in there although i could have missed them in the state i was in lol.
Re my not passing ya bastard....i told you both i had the Amsterdam cold coming and i did not want to pass it around and ruin your trip. My throat was agony by Friday. I woke up and it was so dry i could hardly speak and i mean hardly speak. I really thought "shit; this is not a cold; this is something much worse". As it was, i had coffee in bed and was able to speak to home in the end. I really thought i was gonna have to stop smoking which would have been awful. It did not really start to improve until Sunday. I bought some throat tabs from Etos and they actually worked. Had to take 6 a day though and had no real idea what they were.
Will add my report soon
Hopefully see you again soon
Den
Crazy hey not finding Basjoes. I was so out of it and there are so many distractions in that area - think that was the night I had a chat we my self in the mirror
Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
davex4 wrote:Aw mate. Did not realise your throat got so bad. Really appreciate it now that you did not pass your joints round.djreign wrote:Dave, really nice report. The T & T was great and was good to finally meet you. Gapie.....top lad too; really nice to meet you as well. Shame you could not find Bas on Saturday as i was sat in the window looking out for ya. Having said that i did not see anyone else from the Forum in there although i could have missed them in the state i was in lol.
Re my not passing ya bastard....i told you both i had the Amsterdam cold coming and i did not want to pass it around and ruin your trip. My throat was agony by Friday. I woke up and it was so dry i could hardly speak and i mean hardly speak. I really thought "shit; this is not a cold; this is something much worse". As it was, i had coffee in bed and was able to speak to home in the end. I really thought i was gonna have to stop smoking which would have been awful. It did not really start to improve until Sunday. I bought some throat tabs from Etos and they actually worked. Had to take 6 a day though and had no real idea what they were.
Will add my report soon
Hopefully see you again soon
Den
Crazy hey not finding Basjoes. I was so out of it and there are so many distractions in that area - think that was the night I had a chat we my self in the mirror
Yeah that sounds about right mate and for me was the highlight of the report. Loved that bit.
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Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Thanks Davex4 that was a brilliant read. 
What a long strange trip it is.
Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Brilliant report! Had me laughing throughout.
Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Great report, very entertaining read! Sorry you weren't able to make a "love connection" with Maria.... 
Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Many of you have described the eve of an Amsterdam visit as akin to 'feeling like a kid on Christmas eve.' I wish to assure you that as long as you live your life with enthusiasm for many things, such feelings do not leave you. I am now 60 years old (going on 35) and had that same feeling on the eve of the trip I have reported on above.
So in keeping with the topsy turvey theme of the report, i.e. starting it off in the apartment in Albert Cuyp, going back to Central Station etc, here is the introduction I noted before my visit. Little did I know what would happen to me and the fun I would have. I had no idea that I would end up talking to myself in a mirror, convinced it was someone else. I failed to add that at the time I thought the guy I was talking to looked cool enough and friendly and even when he began to mimic my moves, I was not too concerned. I did get annoyed though with him when I said that he should stand still and I would move to the left to pass and he copied me. I thought that now mate you really are taking the piss and it was in that split second that I realised I was talking to my own reflection. It was all I could do to turn around and face the crowded room who I was convinced would be pissing themselves at this fool. It was then that I thought up telling them it was part of my cabaret act etc. But as we now know, no one took a blind bit of notice.
I have also added a few pics of Central c/s and Ray mond with his famous box of cannabis in the first post. So to conclude, back to the beginning.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011. The eve of the visit. Going to bed.
I put the radio on and started to read. Have 'In Search of Stones' by M Scott Peck on the go at the moment. Not ideal reading material to unwind by, but I am loving the book. My mind is buzzing, I'm still in 'going nuts Amsterdam here I come' mode, and am finding it difficult to unwind. I have to look back over several paragraphs in the book as I am not concentrating. I do not want to waist any of Scotties (the author's) words. Some geezer on the radio is saying Colonel Gadafi in Libya is closing down the Internet there. He explains there is only one Service Provider and that it is owned by the Gadafi family. Not bad for an Army colonel to own an Internet company I thought, I wonder where he got the money from for that and for all the other stuff he owns?
Eventually I begin to feel tied. Its around midnight and I put the light out to sleep and dream of that fist joint tomorrow. Sleep however will not come, so much stuff about previous visits and this one are swimming around my mind. If only I had a spiff, but it is dry here, so no such luck. I decide to put the light back on and read again. I realise I could do with a cup of tea and a cigarette, 2 stimulants guaranteed not to help. I settle for just a cigarette. Do not normally smoke in bed as I am aware that one day I may fall asleep with a fag on. I hasten to add to Americans etc that fag here is slang for a cigarette and I am not talking about falling asleep with someone who is gay. Have never done that. Fell asleep loads of times in the arms of my ex wife and she wasn't gay - well at least not with me she wasn't.
I am entering the lounge to get a packet of Benson's. I think what if I actually do fall asleep with a cigarette on and set fire to the apartment? Is there cannabis in heaven? I am sure there is, but what if I don't go there? Then I thought what if I take some of the people in the apartment upstairs with me? How would I feel about that? I did have the cigarette and was very careful. Whilst I was looking for an ash tray in the bedroom, I found one I had not used for ages. In it was a decent size roach, probably from ages ago. Must have been left over from when my granddaughter come to play one time and I went into the bedroom for a smoke before my g. daughter asked me "tell me one of your stories from your head Popie."
Result I thought. I sparked up the roach after finishing the Benson, wondering if it will help me sleep and how long it had been there etc. I got lost in the book for a bit and stumped out the roach. What are doing of you fool I thought. Your not in Amsterdam now and there is a few hits left on that. I re-lit it and smoked it down to the cardboard roach. In fact I smoked half the roach as well on the theory that there may be some traces of cannabis oil on it. I don't think there was. It did make my throat feel like shite though.
A slight tingle hit my body as a few cannabinoid receptors in my brain began to dance between each nerve ending. They weren't dancing a frantic trance type number though, more like a slow waltz. In fact very soon they sat down again probably thinking to them selves 'sod this. Music is crap. Lets go home boys.'
Sleep eventually came. I did wake up one time dying to go the loo. Hey I thought, it must be around 4.am. Alarm will go off in an hour. But the heat of the hot water bottle told me( I know I am a tart) that I had not been in bed for very long.
Eventually, after a restless sleep, the alarm went off at 5. Within half an hour I was preened and raring to go. The taxi driver rang my mobile 5 minutes early to say he was waiting outside. Excellent, I thought. A taxi driver who is on time and tells you he is waiting. I had good feeling about this visit. I wonder what will happen..........?
So in keeping with the topsy turvey theme of the report, i.e. starting it off in the apartment in Albert Cuyp, going back to Central Station etc, here is the introduction I noted before my visit. Little did I know what would happen to me and the fun I would have. I had no idea that I would end up talking to myself in a mirror, convinced it was someone else. I failed to add that at the time I thought the guy I was talking to looked cool enough and friendly and even when he began to mimic my moves, I was not too concerned. I did get annoyed though with him when I said that he should stand still and I would move to the left to pass and he copied me. I thought that now mate you really are taking the piss and it was in that split second that I realised I was talking to my own reflection. It was all I could do to turn around and face the crowded room who I was convinced would be pissing themselves at this fool. It was then that I thought up telling them it was part of my cabaret act etc. But as we now know, no one took a blind bit of notice.
I have also added a few pics of Central c/s and Ray mond with his famous box of cannabis in the first post. So to conclude, back to the beginning.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011. The eve of the visit. Going to bed.
I put the radio on and started to read. Have 'In Search of Stones' by M Scott Peck on the go at the moment. Not ideal reading material to unwind by, but I am loving the book. My mind is buzzing, I'm still in 'going nuts Amsterdam here I come' mode, and am finding it difficult to unwind. I have to look back over several paragraphs in the book as I am not concentrating. I do not want to waist any of Scotties (the author's) words. Some geezer on the radio is saying Colonel Gadafi in Libya is closing down the Internet there. He explains there is only one Service Provider and that it is owned by the Gadafi family. Not bad for an Army colonel to own an Internet company I thought, I wonder where he got the money from for that and for all the other stuff he owns?
Eventually I begin to feel tied. Its around midnight and I put the light out to sleep and dream of that fist joint tomorrow. Sleep however will not come, so much stuff about previous visits and this one are swimming around my mind. If only I had a spiff, but it is dry here, so no such luck. I decide to put the light back on and read again. I realise I could do with a cup of tea and a cigarette, 2 stimulants guaranteed not to help. I settle for just a cigarette. Do not normally smoke in bed as I am aware that one day I may fall asleep with a fag on. I hasten to add to Americans etc that fag here is slang for a cigarette and I am not talking about falling asleep with someone who is gay. Have never done that. Fell asleep loads of times in the arms of my ex wife and she wasn't gay - well at least not with me she wasn't.
I am entering the lounge to get a packet of Benson's. I think what if I actually do fall asleep with a cigarette on and set fire to the apartment? Is there cannabis in heaven? I am sure there is, but what if I don't go there? Then I thought what if I take some of the people in the apartment upstairs with me? How would I feel about that? I did have the cigarette and was very careful. Whilst I was looking for an ash tray in the bedroom, I found one I had not used for ages. In it was a decent size roach, probably from ages ago. Must have been left over from when my granddaughter come to play one time and I went into the bedroom for a smoke before my g. daughter asked me "tell me one of your stories from your head Popie."
Result I thought. I sparked up the roach after finishing the Benson, wondering if it will help me sleep and how long it had been there etc. I got lost in the book for a bit and stumped out the roach. What are doing of you fool I thought. Your not in Amsterdam now and there is a few hits left on that. I re-lit it and smoked it down to the cardboard roach. In fact I smoked half the roach as well on the theory that there may be some traces of cannabis oil on it. I don't think there was. It did make my throat feel like shite though.
A slight tingle hit my body as a few cannabinoid receptors in my brain began to dance between each nerve ending. They weren't dancing a frantic trance type number though, more like a slow waltz. In fact very soon they sat down again probably thinking to them selves 'sod this. Music is crap. Lets go home boys.'
Sleep eventually came. I did wake up one time dying to go the loo. Hey I thought, it must be around 4.am. Alarm will go off in an hour. But the heat of the hot water bottle told me( I know I am a tart) that I had not been in bed for very long.
Eventually, after a restless sleep, the alarm went off at 5. Within half an hour I was preened and raring to go. The taxi driver rang my mobile 5 minutes early to say he was waiting outside. Excellent, I thought. A taxi driver who is on time and tells you he is waiting. I had good feeling about this visit. I wonder what will happen..........?
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Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
well we haven't had a travel report with a prequel before so reading this was lots of fundavex4 wrote:Eventually, after a restless sleep, the alarm went off at 5. Within half an hour I was preened and raring to go. The taxi driver rang my mobile 5 minutes early to say he was waiting outside. Excellent, I thought. A taxi driver who is on time and tells you he is waiting. I had good feeling about this visit. I wonder what will happen..........?
i have enjoyed this report a lot and have followed its path from its end to its beginning ... i think i might go back around the circle and read it again, now that all the photos are there
thanks and glad you had a real good trip ...
Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Hey Dave, just curious about that club between the Bulldog. I have made 4 trips to Amsterdam so far and im 20 years old and every trip I have had the intention of going drinking and dancing... has that happened? No! cuz i get way to fucking stoned. Just out of curiosity would you suggest that as a good place for a chap my age to meet some ladies and get my dance on? your description made it sound like it would be the proper place, the 20ish year old chicas etc.
-Rasa
Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Hey Rasa im presuming its the Bulldogs actual club at Bulldog palace ? and from what i remember its got what yer after

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Re: Tales of a Solo Traveller (with weed porn pics) 9 March
Hi Rasa. Yeah, Cisco is correct. It is next to the Bulldog c/s in Leidseplein square, all part of the same complex. And for sure you will find many a chicaroo around your age with legs and other bits abounding 