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Here's a couple of stories from my first 2 trips to Amsterdam. Not bad experiences but experiences none the less..

My first trip to Amsterdam was back in 1996. Now I wasn't a heavy smoker at the time (just the English soap bar crap as and when I could get it) so I wasn't really prepaired for the strength of the weed. My then GF wasn't really a smoker at all.

Well after my first joint we headed to the Erotic museum in the RLD. Now the whiteout had started before we went in so by the time we where on the top floor I was wasted, room spinning, the works.

The top floor of the museum had a number of toad stool seats on the floor arranged around a cartoon porno of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs that was playing. So sitting me on a toad stool my GF then went off to see the rest of the museum while I recovered.

5-10 mins later she came back, and seeing I was still worse for wear when asked me "Do you feel sick?" Well at that point I was sick, but I managed to make it to an open window. I appologise now if anyone here happened to be walking past on the street below that day in 1996.

My GF then paniced, grabbed my collar and marched me down to the street below (not easy to do down them steep stairs). Now she couldn't stand the sight of sick, so was sick herself all over the street.

There was then no choice but to get back to the hotel asap, but this envolved leaving me at a tram stop on Damrak while she went off to central station to get a Strippenkart.

To this day I don't know wheather I dreamed this or not but while I was sitting there at the tram stop, still mangled, a van pulled up on the other side of the street, a man and a women in just a fur coat got out. The women then took off the coat, stood there naked in the street and the man took a couple of photos. They then both dove back into the van a drove off.

My second visit was around 1999. Now I know Amsterdam is a very liberal city and you can see some strange sights but none was stranger than the guy we saw walking down the street one day.

We where sitting outside the Bulldog in the RLD and we both noticed a guy staggering down the street towards us. He looked very scruffy and at one the alarm bells rang "this guys not right". Mainly because he had his hand down his pants, playing with himself. We both got the shock of our life when as he walked passed he pulled out a pair of scissors which he had been pleasuring himself with. Only in Amsterdam.

I have a friend living in Utrecht so we left Adam to stay in his place for the night. We bought some spacecakes on the way. Got back to his place, smoked our hearts out and munched into the spacecakes. One of my friends thought it would be absolutely hilarious to play this irregular high pitched noise from his phone; almost a mouse repellant. Thats what I thought it was anyway. I had a seriously bad trip on acid about a year before hand because of an electric mouse repellant making a very similar noise. Anyway, i went back into this bad trip in my friends apartment. My friend thought it was hilarious. I was ready to run out into the street and happily wait for sunrise to get away from the noise. Even when it stopped that night (at least i think it stopped) I could still hear and feel it in my head. Went to sleep on an armchair waiting for my head to explode. Woke up with a dry mouth, a SPLITTING headache but i felt so incredibly relieved the night was over and i manadged to survive

some white widow cheered me up that morning

Shit man - those is some stories and I'm glad it wasn't me. The worst time I had was having to walk back to my squat at 3 or 4 in the morning, with the munchies, and nowhere open
That was back a bit tho' - 60's-70's - can't remember when

worst trip in amsterdam.

Ireland where playing in amsterdam and thats all the excuse we needed. So 6 of us went for the trip. Being cheap ass gits at the time we got Ryan Air to Charleroi from dublin for 20 euro return. Arse is it in Brussels, flight was stuck in Dublin for 3 hours on the runway . so when we got to Brussels our train tickets where invalid. its not like 3pm having set out from dublin at 9am. so we pauy again for the train. looked simple for the map, arse again. we are 3 hours on the train to the Dam.

So we get there and its ok fuck it we are here now.

so into a coffee shop. La Cana and into some shrooms.

My mate thinks he needs to be pumped out he is so out of it. So fucks off back the hotel. I get lost in the porno place in the red light, the one with the pee show. Its a maze of porn!!!

so we get back to the hotel and we are all sick. god dam mushrooms and teh hotel want us out for kicking the fire door open.

well thats the worst i ever had. Just stay away from the Old Nickle Hotel. The guy who runs it is a wanker.

Worst Amsterdam experience

I have had 3 experiences that spring to mind one particularly bad and the other 2 could have been very bad. Not one of these experiences has put me of as I always believe it is the type of thing that could happen anywhere in the world especially in tourist areas of a capital city.

1/ June 2001, Two really good friends and I decided to go to Amsterdam for a week, all of us Adam virgins. Except for my mate going really White to the extent that he thought his hands were going to fall off in the Greenhouse after smoking a 100% pure ready rolled joint the trip was pretty incident free. However this was all to change on our last night. While walking around the Red Light District in a haze filled state of consciousness a rather scruffy looking ‘Gentleman’ approached us with the old “psst psst ecstasy charlie”, we said no thanks. The Guy then asked if he could have some money to which one of my friends told him to Fuck- off. The Guy the pulled from within his long jacket a gun, he proceeded to threaten to kill us and wanted us to go down an ally which we obviously refused. He then followed us around approx 2 full lap’s of the red light district. To say we all shit it would not be far from the truth, my friend who the Green did not agree with nearly fell into the canal in a panic attack, luckily we managed to grab him before he went in. Thankfully for us a massive Rasta type guy who looked liked he maybe some sort of Security/ Pimp and must have seen the absolute panic and terror in our faces grabbed the guy and lifted him up by the throat and told him to fuck off.

2/ August Bank Holiday 2005, wondering the Dam once again in an alternative frame of mind a crack-head attempts to mug my travelling companion and I. Walking down an ally he bumped into me dropping his miniature Martel bottle pipe. I turn around and apologise even though he had obviously bumped into me. He though wanted a proper apology which involved some sort of monetary compensation. So he started following giving us abuse, in an attempt to lose him we walk into a shop and browse for about 10 minutes. We leave the shop thinking he has gone but as we turn the corner low and behold he reappears and starts jabbing me in the arm with a rusty knife – not in a stabbing way but in a lets intimidate the tourist into emptying his wallet. This fortunately bought immediate clarity into my fried brain, no longer feeling dazed and confused I ‘flipped my lid’ and began jabbing my finger back into his shoulder and told him in no uncertain terms that he had best leave us alone if he knows what’s good for him, which he does. A few minutes later we see him doing the same thing to a guy in a Welsh Rugby top who must have been about 6ft8 and 19 stone before we can do anything the lad is handing over a 50 euro note.

3/ March 2007, I had let my friend book me a weekend in the Dam to celebrate moving back to Merseyside. Anyways the day before I thought we were going my friend phones me to say he has got the dates wrong and that we are due to fly in approx 3 hours from Speke (John Lennon international) airport. Anyway we get to the Dam in an already extremely confused state of mind, first thing we do is sit back in City Hall and smoke a couple of mixed joints, think it may have been temple ball mixed with orange hair joint. Anyway we are fucked and decide to do the traditional walking around we decide to take a short cut to nowhere and cut through a dark passageway. As we are walking we encounter a scene that would not look out of place on the 80’s movie ‘The Wanderers’ - basically we encounter what at the time seems to be a Dutch version of the Ducky Boys from the aforementioned movie. We don’t understand a thing that they are saying mainly because we are already very stoned and still in a pre-holiday state of mind. A combination of us being so stoned and confused that even when they are throwing punches deliberately missing an inch before our faces and screaming at us we start to giggle, the giggle becomes an extreme fit of laughter so we are literally crying with hysteria back in their faces, they end up walking off looking as confused as we had a moment before. The next day we woke up and thought ‘O shit did that just happen’.

Sorry for rambling, I will stop now, just to reiterate none of this has put me off Adam for a moment.

3rd ones a classic !!!!!!!!!!

1/On my FIRST TRIP EVER to Netherlands, in Maastricht, like 15 years ago maybe.

I was with 4 friends. We bought like 100 grams and decided to sit in a park, to quietly cut the stuff in small pieces and swallow it to bring back home. We thought "let's pretend we are eating". LOL; What a fucking newbies mistake. We pulled out potatoe chips packages, and started to pack the stuff.

Then we saw like 12 cops falling on us in 10 seconds!

They took ALL our stuff and passports! They said: we bring you out of Netherlands, to the border! They put us in their truck! Then they began to give each one's passport back. Then I saw the cop's face turning worried when he had the last passport in hand, mine. He said: who is this guy?? and showed me the passport: it was the passport of a friend, who was in France, not with us! My face turned green, I had no ID on me AT ALL! I explaned to him we probably mixed the passports on our last travel!
He gave me the pass back saying: wathever...FFFF....

They put us in a train, kept our 100 grams...We were so wasted.

In the train, I was eating some potatoes chips I had left and what did I found in the potatoe package? A ball of red lebanese hash!!! I probably threw it in the package in the panic, when I saw the cops!

So we could smoke some joints back home finally!


2/In one of my trips with 2 friends, we arrived at central station at 6am in the winter. We were chilling in the streets wating for a coffee to open.

Then all of a sudden a fucking crack man grabbed my friend and put a SERINGUE under in neck and said" I have AIDS. If you don't give me all your money, I will hit him and his days are done"

In my right jacket's pocket, I had all of our money including my friend's. I think we had like 600 euros (it was in guilders at the time).
In my left jacket's pocket, I had 50 francs(7 euros) I saved for security.

I told the junkie :"man, please calm down, we are leaving the city, waiting for our train, and we are totally broke! All we have is foreign money, 50 francs! That would bring you like 100 guilders! Please take it and leave us alone"! Then I couldn't remember in which pocket was the bill, it was a 1/2 chance, and hopefully I put my hand in the left pocket, grabbed the 50 francs bill and gave it to him! He took it, said "oh thank you very much guys" like if nothing happened and left!

My friend was all green for 2 hours, until we found a coffee shop and relaxed. That was very scary.

The first tale very good, brilliant ending to it. The second one is horrible and that experience would totally freak me out.

Think everybody must have a dodgy first experiance in dam just because they are not used to the strong gear.

My first trip we got the ferry (first and last time) the 3 of us got completly wasted on cans of larger in the room and then went to the night club after terrorising people in the pool and sauna lol.

We were chatting up some girls and some germans moved in on them i started fighting with them my two mates jumped in. We all got 'arrested' by these night porters my mates got locked in the cells on the boat and i got escorted back to my room.

Lol guess they took one look at the size of me and didn't fancy it so I had a full room to myself luxury.

Anyway get's to dam hits the tourist trap grasshopper first, obviously we have vile hangovers and order 3 ready rolls (one each how naive) of the super doper strongest shit.

Smoked the lot and we were all ILL i wanted to die literally thought about just jumping in a canal. Chris my pal staggered back into the grasshopper for a shit and came back out happy as larry aparantly it had done him the world of good.

So i quickly followed suite and man it works don't know how but i did my number two and was fine, no more sickness or paranioa just a fit of the giggles that wouldn't go away.

So thiers me and chris laughing like kids in a sweet shop and anth still ill as fuck lol after refusing to go to the loo. We walked around dam laughing like fools tripping him out even more. He still says to this day it was the worst day of his life and that it was running through his head how to kill the two of us to shut us up.

If I'd read this thread before ever visiting Dam, I don't think I'd have bothered!

I've been loads and the worst thing to happen to me was getting charged €3 for a Looza juice.

Been to A/dam countless times now and the only bad thing to happen to me was being charged 3euros for a pack of skins, my only exscuse is i was totaly wasted

I can't think of anything that bad happening to me except getting sub par weed.

As I said in my post I would not be put of by these things, I think it is just one of those things that happen to tourists, I have herd terrible stories of things happening in major cities. I know loads of people that have been mugged in Barcelona, London or Paris it does not put me off visiting these places.

Amsterdam is my favourte place to visit not becasue of dope (can get that almost anywhere) it is because of the people and their attitude.

^^ exactly! It's not about A'dam, every place has his stories, and it's about (lack of) luck!
I still go to Amsterdam very often, actually 21 times in almost 15 years!

peace

in 2007 i meet this guys we hang out in amsterdam for 3 days.then we left for belgium cause had one of them europasses and i told him you dont wanna go to the capital well 3 days after he left amsterdam he came back and sayed he was robed 3 time wit in 24 hours in brussel even hes passport luckely he had a few 100$s in visa travel check he manage to get back from visa! and told me he should of lisened to me
many of my friend first time in paris samething got robed! and i know why its cause some ppl even if they dont mean to be got TOURIST tatooed of theyre forheads! ive ever had that problem in europe cause i got the look dutch ppl think im one of them same wit germans finds sweds and french!! and i dont walk around looking like im lost that helps!!