Amsterdam by car
Posted: Thu 24th Oct 2013 11:54 am
Having flown to Amsterdam 4 times this year, myself and a couple of friends decided it would be amusing to drive there one weekend. I have done the drive a couple of times over the years, the last roadtrip being over 6 years ago.
5am Saturday soon comes around, we meet at my place just outside Bournemouth and after a quick passport, money and toothbrush check we hit the road full of excitement for what the next 48 hours or so have in store.
We arrive in Dover well ahead of our 9.50am departure time, so ahead in fact that we manage to get on the 8.30am crossing. So far so good, almost 90 minutes ahead of schedule and we’re on the boat enjoying a fry up.
The ferry arrives in Calais at 11am French time, it takes a while to disembark but we hit French tarmac just gone 11.20am. Stopwatch started and so begins the 230 mile drive to our hotel.
The first things that always strike me about driving on the continent is how good the road surfaces are and how much more considerate the drivers are compared to their British counterparts. Traffic is pretty light for a weekend, the only time we’re slowed up is when approaching Rotterdam. 3 hours 8 minutes later and we pull up at our hotel just outside Schiphol airport on the A4. Not bad going.
We check into the hotel and enquire as to when the next shuttle bus leaves for the airport, 10 minutes is the reply. We drop our bags off in the room and jump on the hotels free bus service. After the familiar train journey to Central station we burst out of the front doors and hot foot it down Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal. Steve, who’s never been to Amsterdam (and doesn’t smoke) has trouble keeping up with our fast pace, I think he’s wondering what the rush is all about!
First stop as always is Betty Boops, we walk in and David one of the BT’s welcomes us like old friends, which I suppose 2 of us are. I ask how the super silver haze is; he tells me it’s better that it was 8 weeks ago when we were last in town. David takes the lid off the container and passes it to me, none of this no touching or not being able to properly inspect the goods that I tend to come across in other CS’s. I like what I see and smell so take half a gram, 3 coffees and a lighter. Now some of you will be thinking, you drove over 400 miles for half a gram, WTF!?! I should point out that I only smoke in Amsterdam, I don’t smoke tobacco and as such a few puffs on a pure joint has the desired effect. I quickly roll the SSH up, and true to form a few puffs later I’m sat in one of my favourite places in Europe with a large silly grin across my face. The taste, the nice clear high, I really can’t fault the SSH. Kev, who smokes daily is more of an Indica type of guy so asks David for a recommendation, by this time I’m so high I have no idea what he purchased but I do know he enjoyed it. We enjoy another coffee and a mango looza, I grab half a gram of the Shackzilla haze, however I don’t share David’s enthusiasm for it, that said when I can buy half grams I’m not too fussed if I buy something that doesn’t float my boat. I can see that all this passive smoking has made Steve grin like a Cheshire cat, he looks at me and says I’m hungry....ahhhh the munchies.
We say our goodbyes for now and make the 20 second walk to Burger bar. Fed and watered we head up to Voyagers. The lemon haze smells sweeter than ever, 0.8 of a gram for 10euros seems good value for something so strong. Kev also purchases some SLBH as he can’t believe how good it smells. Personally I find it smells better than it tastes but its still an enjoyable smoke and dare I say it, bordering on too strong for my child like tolerance. By this time it’s starting to get dark and we’ve promised Steve we’ll give him a guided tour of the RLD. More to follow.........
5am Saturday soon comes around, we meet at my place just outside Bournemouth and after a quick passport, money and toothbrush check we hit the road full of excitement for what the next 48 hours or so have in store.
We arrive in Dover well ahead of our 9.50am departure time, so ahead in fact that we manage to get on the 8.30am crossing. So far so good, almost 90 minutes ahead of schedule and we’re on the boat enjoying a fry up.
The ferry arrives in Calais at 11am French time, it takes a while to disembark but we hit French tarmac just gone 11.20am. Stopwatch started and so begins the 230 mile drive to our hotel.
The first things that always strike me about driving on the continent is how good the road surfaces are and how much more considerate the drivers are compared to their British counterparts. Traffic is pretty light for a weekend, the only time we’re slowed up is when approaching Rotterdam. 3 hours 8 minutes later and we pull up at our hotel just outside Schiphol airport on the A4. Not bad going.
We check into the hotel and enquire as to when the next shuttle bus leaves for the airport, 10 minutes is the reply. We drop our bags off in the room and jump on the hotels free bus service. After the familiar train journey to Central station we burst out of the front doors and hot foot it down Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal. Steve, who’s never been to Amsterdam (and doesn’t smoke) has trouble keeping up with our fast pace, I think he’s wondering what the rush is all about!
First stop as always is Betty Boops, we walk in and David one of the BT’s welcomes us like old friends, which I suppose 2 of us are. I ask how the super silver haze is; he tells me it’s better that it was 8 weeks ago when we were last in town. David takes the lid off the container and passes it to me, none of this no touching or not being able to properly inspect the goods that I tend to come across in other CS’s. I like what I see and smell so take half a gram, 3 coffees and a lighter. Now some of you will be thinking, you drove over 400 miles for half a gram, WTF!?! I should point out that I only smoke in Amsterdam, I don’t smoke tobacco and as such a few puffs on a pure joint has the desired effect. I quickly roll the SSH up, and true to form a few puffs later I’m sat in one of my favourite places in Europe with a large silly grin across my face. The taste, the nice clear high, I really can’t fault the SSH. Kev, who smokes daily is more of an Indica type of guy so asks David for a recommendation, by this time I’m so high I have no idea what he purchased but I do know he enjoyed it. We enjoy another coffee and a mango looza, I grab half a gram of the Shackzilla haze, however I don’t share David’s enthusiasm for it, that said when I can buy half grams I’m not too fussed if I buy something that doesn’t float my boat. I can see that all this passive smoking has made Steve grin like a Cheshire cat, he looks at me and says I’m hungry....ahhhh the munchies.
We say our goodbyes for now and make the 20 second walk to Burger bar. Fed and watered we head up to Voyagers. The lemon haze smells sweeter than ever, 0.8 of a gram for 10euros seems good value for something so strong. Kev also purchases some SLBH as he can’t believe how good it smells. Personally I find it smells better than it tastes but its still an enjoyable smoke and dare I say it, bordering on too strong for my child like tolerance. By this time it’s starting to get dark and we’ve promised Steve we’ll give him a guided tour of the RLD. More to follow.........