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Hi everyone, i'm a long time reader of this forum, first time poster....from Australia...
i love reading all the cool and crazy stories of adventure in Amsterdam that are on here,...so i thought i'd share 1 of mine with you...only been the Dam once and i loved it...
went by myself....and stayed in hotel rooms more than hostels, not including Camping Zeeburg, and 1 of the hotels i stayed in was a bit sketchy(dodgy), it was a coffeeshop/hotel near centraal (cant remember name of it), anyway i was in a top floor room, i think about 5 floors up....there was three rooms/doors on the floor, all close together....anyway i went back to my room early evening to have a rest/smoke before going out again....as i opened the side door to hotel 1 of the "owners" friends followed me from the coffeeshop, i fumbled looking for my key and prompted him to open the locked door
he waited for me too....and i let him in first---he went up to top floor and i slowly followed thinking something was weird about this...so i got to my room, and started chopping up and heard voices in the room next door--thought nothing of it....sounded like 3 voices, kept chopping until the voices got excited -- ( they were speaking in a language which i have no idea of what it was, though mixed with english ) -- as though they were arguing.... i overheard what i thought was "passport blah blah blah "
a few times and "i couldn't find it" once....i stopped chopping and listened for awhile maybe 1-2 mins...then a fourth guy.... a real big heavy guy i could hear 3 floors down, comes up the stairs and just opens the door to their room without knocking, so...now theres 4 people in a tiny room the size of mine arguing in a miscellaneous language....then the "owner" comes up the stairs, how i know it's him i'll tell you in a second...opens their door with a slight knock beforehand....he starts talking with them in more english than the other language they were speaking...so i can understand a little more now..anyways he says something like " he's Australien" blah blah and then he relays the conversation i had with him when i was checking in the day before....Now i'm freaking out a little...being not 2 metres away from a bunch of people talking about me and my passport...so i've been real still for awhile now just listening...and thinking WTF...then they all stop talking at once.

The owner opens their door and knocks on mine....i'm like fuck this i don't want to answer the door....but i answer it anyway...owner walks into my room like he owns the joint (excuse the lame joke) and starts fiddling with the smoke detector....which i was just doing a minute ago looking for spy-like devices (LOL), he opens it up and im like "whats up" and he says "oh nothing nothing just making sure it's working" ...then he leaves my room, and goes back downstairs----and the argument in the room nextdoor starts up again...so now i'm thinking What the fuck IS going on here, and start looking around the room for surveillance cam's or anything.....so i'm creeping around like a ninja trying to be quiet because the walls are so thin...and lean over onto my bed, which is on the wall next to their room and make a bit of a creaking noise on the process, the room next door goes quiet suddenly ONCE AGAIN,...i reach up to the picture frame hanging above my bed (on the shared wall between rooms), thinking i'm going to find a spy-hole in the wall (like in the girls lockeroom or something) AND WHAT DO I FIND!!!!!
THIS!

in a little baggy....now i'm thinking FUCK =,,,umm what do i do...and what i did was smoke a couple of cones from the mix i was chopping, and packed up my stuff and Jetted the fuck out of there...thinking, well now i can leave this shithole and i won't have lost out completely....

now you might think i was being paranoid, but to you i would say---better Safe than Sorry

oh thats alot to read....sozzy
does anyone know what the lighter hash is?^^, i think the darker hash was Nepali something....it was really soft and almost melted when left in the sunlight for 5 minutes or so....reallllly good smoke...

Would love to hear other stories of finding weed or hash....

Damn Bernum, that was some incredible story. I'm glad to say I never had anything like that happen to me, except for the finding hash part. Last December I was walking down the street with my wife and kids here in Paris and found on the sidewalk a small plastic bag with two sticks of Moroccan in it - maybe 3 or 4 grams. The little plastic bag caught my eye because it was just like the ones they use in Amsterdam. Great stuff too. Flat sticks like the Moroccan at Stix, only I had the impression the stuff I found was better but that could have been because it was my first taste of cannabis product in 4 weeks. Now whenever I walk by that spot I have my eyes peeled, as if the person who lost it is going to leave some more for me in the same place. Ha!

Nice one. It is very common practice to hide a stash in an apartment or houseboat. I have found moldy joints, good hash, good weed, crap weed, pipes, etc. It pays to look around.

In Vegas you can almost always find cocaine residue in drawers or up high on top of TV stands etc.

mh

nice find angelo

milehigh-yeah everywhere else i stayed after that, i had a little look around...not that i found any...but will definitely keep it in mind if i ever go back to the Dam, and if i ever make it to Vegas Lol.

I found a used condom once at a hotel I stayed at. Not quite smokable but I was soon upgraded to larger suite and and my credit card refunded

Did you stay in Hotel Utopia by any chance?

In August 2006 my girlfriend and I were in salou, Spain on a fortnights holidays at this time i did not have a smoke in 4 weeks as there was a bad drought on. well anyway we were walking through a niteclub carpark on your way back to our hotel whan i seen a large square lump of hash, it was about half the size of a matchbox, as you can guess I picked it up very quickly and proceeded to go to the nearest shop that sold pipes and skins, was a very nice find, good hash too.

Over a decade ago I was walking my dog late at night and I heard a siren down the street coming toward me. A speeding car approached, and as it passed me something flew out the window and hit me in the face (I was in the shadows of some large trees, they could not have seen me to have aimed it). It was nearly a full ounce of weed. The police didn't see that and flew by me a few seconds later. I pocketed the bag and went home.

I wish I could say it was some amazing weed, but it was average quality for the early 90s. Still, it was free.

The only time I have ever found anything was about 6 weeks ago.I was walking out my local bookmakers(Ladbrokes) about £60 up when I looked on the floor by my car to find a nice little bag of weed around £10s worth Nice weed shame about the quantity!!!Still nice bonus lol

Most times I'm just happy when I can find my own weed!

bump love to hear more stories.

went last week to asmterdam. We were in the original Dampkring and a friend of us had to call someone, so he went out. after 5min he came in and showed us a baggy he found 5m away from the shop, with like 0,4g in it. We didnt find out what strain it was, but were happy
Same week, but on the first day. We stood in front of Wok to walk near the RLD, smoking a joint and talking about this and that. Suddenly a guy from Bavaria or Austria and he gave us around 1,5g White Widow, which he told us, he couldnt smoke because his flight was going in the near future. On the camping place a guy asked us if we could sell him weed (IN AMSTERDAM!!!), so we gave him the gift from the other guy and took 5€

" We stood in front of Wok to walk near the RLD, smoking a joint" Are you acctualy allowed to smoke on the streets of amsterdam, we were toldby the hotel staff and alot of coffeeshops not to do it at all.
Also the wok to walk on damstraat is pure heaven