On my first trip to Amsterdam with 4 friends a number of bad things happened. On the second day whilst at a phonebox trying to call home my friend Ginge stupidly put his mobile on top of the telephone,turned his back for a minute and someone had nicked it!
On that same trip we spent our final night at Hotel Manofa as they were offering us a cheap rate and the Kabul was an absolute dump. On the morning of our last day my mate Alex was trying to wake up Ginge by hitting him repeatedly over the head with his pillow. Ginge didn't take kindly to this, and still practically half asleep he reached down and picked up my trainer (which was on the floor in between our 2 beds) and threw it behind him at Alex. Unfortunately Alex had the bed that was by the window, which just happened to be the main window that looks out onto the busy street. As you may have guessed- the trainer flew straight over my friends head and through the window- showering god knows who with glass!
The hotel would not let us check out until it was paid for (like 250 euros!), which woulda been easily done if it wasn't out last day! All of us were pretty much broke. We were sitting at a table at reception trying to think of how we were gonna pay the bill and decided to go downstairs to smoke one whilst we decided. So we're there smoking away on some chronic shit and I've put my hand in my pocket to get my mobile phone and it aint there...Strange as I had it 10 mins before at reception when someone asked me the time. I dashed upstairs to where I was sitting before at reception searching the creases of the leather sofa frantically.... I'd been robbed! Well, I'd obviously been careless enough to accidently leave it and some opertunistic bastard had swiped it. I looked around and the only person in sight was the guy behind the reception desk who conveniently said he hadn't seen any phone, and that several people had left the hotel minutes before so it must have been one of them.Very unlikely.
Very inconvenient as I had video clips of different coffeeshops and had documented the names of about 30 different strains we had sampled between us throughout the trip. Soo gutted. Now everytime I go I am always aware of thieves and don't let any of my shit out of my sight!!
Your worst experience of Dam?
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Sidthecrow
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LOL - the rest was quite harsh but that made me laugh quite hystericaly.Drenbt wrote:
Ginge didn't take kindly to this, and still practically half asleep he reached down and picked up my trainer (which was on the floor in between our 2 beds) and threw it behind him at Alex. Unfortunately Alex had the bed that was by the window, which just happened to be the main window that looks out onto the busy street. As you may have guessed- the trainer flew straight over my friends head and through the window
Nick Lowe is one of my favorites. "What's so funny (about peace love and understanding)" and "Cruel to be Kind" are timeless. So is "Sound of Breaking Glass" for that matter.
You might not have heard this one:
http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=7vL6oAWic20
Ok, I'm done hijacking the thread.
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Pala wrote:Nick Lowe is one of my favorites. "What's so funny (about peace love and understanding)" and "Cruel to be Kind" are timeless. So is "Sound of Breaking Glass" for that matter.
You might not have heard this one:
http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=7vL6oAWic20
Ok, I'm done hijacking the thread.
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never seen or heard that .hes sure got a wicked way with words.Nice one... 
Nick Lowe is a genius, and a really funny bloke. He was on a film about Stiff Records recently and he told some great stories. He should do a speaking tour like Howard Marks.
According to Wikipedia, Curtis Stigers' cover-version of one of his songs on The Bodyguard soundtrack made him a millionaire from the royalties...
According to Wikipedia, Curtis Stigers' cover-version of one of his songs on The Bodyguard soundtrack made him a millionaire from the royalties...
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i am so glad iv read this post! I will certainly be watching my back while in Amsterdam although luckily enough for me i have a county boxing champion out there with me. -
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LMFAO!!!! il remember that...puffpuffgive wrote:Never had a bad experience in Dam. Been bugged by countless beggars and dealers but never threatened. Was walking with a dutch girl i'd met once, the accepted local method of seeing off tramps etc seems to be to scream 'FUCK OFF AND LEAVE US ALONE' directly in their faces!!
/Makes note in little book
I just look at them as if they're speaking a foreign language. I had one guy try to pitch me in English, French, Italian and german before he fucked off.Toker70 wrote:Thats what i'd do hehepuffpuffgive wrote:scream 'FUCK OFF AND LEAVE US ALONE' directly in their faces!!
I find that using a strong russian accent and shouting "Nyet" with a scowl seems to do the trick fine. That and chucking the guy in a canal, always a favourite
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Early one morning and my girlfriend and I after a night out, are happily sitting on a bench on a canalside, smoking some hash and chatting. I look up to see a pair of cars close together, slowly drive along the road on the opposite side of the canal and then disappear from view. We continue to chat and smoke.
A few minutes later the cars come back, only this time they are on our side of the canal. They stop about 10 metres away outside a restaurant which appears closed, lights off. We look and see three large Oriental looking men, get out of the second car and then they walk round to the boot, which is opened . One man reaches in and fetches out what are obviously machettes, which he hands out to the other two men !
With a machette in one hand he walks to the the first car, whilst the others go to the door of the restaurant. Meanwhile the rear door of first car is now open and a woman in the rear seat appears to be talking to this guy. As we make to leave, the guy at the car lets out a blood curdling scream, bellowing at the top of his voice. From where we are, we can clearly see a syringe hanging from his arm . The rest of the men are yelling and kicking at the door of the restaurant. My girlfriend and I are rooted to the spot, we are both so scared we cannot move, can barely breathe. . .
Next we see the door to the restaurant fly open and several men yelling and waving swords, come storming out into the street . There are men running in random paths, screaming , chasing and being chased. It all passes by and around us . The two cars reverse rapidly back along the way they had arrived and the men who arrived with them, run off in pursuit. The men from the restaurant chase the length of the canal to a bridge where they catch up with them and we and hear the sounds of violent hand to hand fighting. I grab her hand and we are just able to stagger away and then we start to run, not knowing where we are heading, just running hoping to find police, but it is late and the streets are empty. We see a taxi and flag it down by yelling , banging on the windscreen and force the driver to let us get in.
When we get back to the hotel, we are both in absolute bits. My girlfriend is convinced that we will be followed to the hotel and killed and no amount of trying to reason with her will help. So I phone the reception and fetch the duty receptionist to our room. He's extremely unhappy to be woken, but on seeing the state of both of us he calms down and agrees to call the police. Our flight home is only a few hours away. We lock the door and push the bed up against it. I turn on the News Channel to try and find out what has happened, whilst we wait for the police to arrive. But the Police don't arrive and the Amsterdam News Channel incredibly is saying nothing , so we call for a taxi and make a dash for Schipol.
In the taxi my girlfriend is hiding her face in her hands and is visably shaking. I try and stay calm, but I too am very worried; What if we are stopped at the airport by the police ? Hows it going to look ? Did anyone see us ? Will we be required to take to the witness stand ? It looked like a Triad war, I don't want to be ivolved in that ; Who were the bad guys anyway ?
After a nervous hour we pass through check-in and customs and board our flight. Every second feels like an hour and my heart is racing and my girlfriend is no better. We fly in silence, not daring to catch sight of each others frightened faces.
When we get to Heathrow, the whole thing is repeated, but the sight of British police and Customs feels more reassuring. We clear customs and walk out of the airport . A quick glance over my shoulder and for most part I feel safe and free. It's good to home.
I feel the grip of my girlfriends hand in mine loosen, for the first time in what has been hours, I turn to look at her and she returns my look , smiles and says . . . .
. . . . . . ''Tokesville darling just tell me, what the fuck did you put in that last joint ?''
Early one morning and my girlfriend and I after a night out, are happily sitting on a bench on a canalside, smoking some hash and chatting. I look up to see a pair of cars close together, slowly drive along the road on the opposite side of the canal and then disappear from view. We continue to chat and smoke.
A few minutes later the cars come back, only this time they are on our side of the canal. They stop about 10 metres away outside a restaurant which appears closed, lights off. We look and see three large Oriental looking men, get out of the second car and then they walk round to the boot, which is opened . One man reaches in and fetches out what are obviously machettes, which he hands out to the other two men !
With a machette in one hand he walks to the the first car, whilst the others go to the door of the restaurant. Meanwhile the rear door of first car is now open and a woman in the rear seat appears to be talking to this guy. As we make to leave, the guy at the car lets out a blood curdling scream, bellowing at the top of his voice. From where we are, we can clearly see a syringe hanging from his arm . The rest of the men are yelling and kicking at the door of the restaurant. My girlfriend and I are rooted to the spot, we are both so scared we cannot move, can barely breathe. . .
Next we see the door to the restaurant fly open and several men yelling and waving swords, come storming out into the street . There are men running in random paths, screaming , chasing and being chased. It all passes by and around us . The two cars reverse rapidly back along the way they had arrived and the men who arrived with them, run off in pursuit. The men from the restaurant chase the length of the canal to a bridge where they catch up with them and we and hear the sounds of violent hand to hand fighting. I grab her hand and we are just able to stagger away and then we start to run, not knowing where we are heading, just running hoping to find police, but it is late and the streets are empty. We see a taxi and flag it down by yelling , banging on the windscreen and force the driver to let us get in.
When we get back to the hotel, we are both in absolute bits. My girlfriend is convinced that we will be followed to the hotel and killed and no amount of trying to reason with her will help. So I phone the reception and fetch the duty receptionist to our room. He's extremely unhappy to be woken, but on seeing the state of both of us he calms down and agrees to call the police. Our flight home is only a few hours away. We lock the door and push the bed up against it. I turn on the News Channel to try and find out what has happened, whilst we wait for the police to arrive. But the Police don't arrive and the Amsterdam News Channel incredibly is saying nothing , so we call for a taxi and make a dash for Schipol.
In the taxi my girlfriend is hiding her face in her hands and is visably shaking. I try and stay calm, but I too am very worried; What if we are stopped at the airport by the police ? Hows it going to look ? Did anyone see us ? Will we be required to take to the witness stand ? It looked like a Triad war, I don't want to be ivolved in that ; Who were the bad guys anyway ?
After a nervous hour we pass through check-in and customs and board our flight. Every second feels like an hour and my heart is racing and my girlfriend is no better. We fly in silence, not daring to catch sight of each others frightened faces.
When we get to Heathrow, the whole thing is repeated, but the sight of British police and Customs feels more reassuring. We clear customs and walk out of the airport . A quick glance over my shoulder and for most part I feel safe and free. It's good to home.
I feel the grip of my girlfriends hand in mine loosen, for the first time in what has been hours, I turn to look at her and she returns my look , smiles and says . . . .
. . . . . . ''Tokesville darling just tell me, what the fuck did you put in that last joint ?''