After a long flight we arrived SUPER early at Schipol, like 6:45 am and were at central station before 8. Problem was, being Sunday, none of the money exchanges were open yet (the GWK anyway, the only one I trust) and I didn't have time to exchange some before I left so we were, essentially, broke.
Heading right towards the Greenhouse Effect for check in the dude at first wouldn't let us in (we're closed) and when I told him we were checking in he gave us the customary shit about us looking "shady" so we began to joke and the trip was off and running! Having worn my GE t-shirt on the flight over I happily flashed their logo and got shouts of approval for "representing".
Kind enough to take our bags and offer us free breakfast at 9 we headed back to Central Station to wait out our time. Before we headed to the station we wandered around to let it all sink in. Chilly and gloomy but none the less beautiful, we wandered to the damrak (GWK closed), Spui (GWK closed till 10). Loaded with euro we headed to the GE for our first smoke of the morning. We greated Laura (our hotel contact) who reminded us about the discount next door so we settle down in front of the big open window and I make my first choyce of the trip: Ok, since I'm typing at Softland smoking a spliff typing I don't have the name (will come) but it was 10 e for 1.1 grams, their 2nd most expensive Maroc (the other was like 14 e/g) and came recommended. We got it for 8 e for 1.1 grams with a big ol thank you for the discount. It started off stiff but quickly became pliable with some finger squishing.
Alright, before I go any further I got to mention my disdain for the smoking laws, in particular for mixing. A hot topic for sure, and I DON'T smoke butts at home or abroad but love to mix tobac with my hasj and smoke backwoods sweets with my herb. Having an apartment and the ability to smoke the woods outside I dídn't want to be obvious and smoke a "blunt"in a coffeeshop but thought I'd try my hand at the mix.
Sitting at the window I noticed a little bowl of "mix"in front of us and some on every table. The ever-present sad cigarette trying to drink coffee with a red line through him logo was on every window along with the "no mix"notices. Nothing was said to me and I quietly emptied a bit of American Spirit tobac on the table from my pouch and began to roll.
Nothing, no one flinched. Across from us were two dudes with the cig filter still on the table. We lit, got lit, and smiled
...so far, so good.The hasj was NIIICE...perfect to settle our queasy stomaches as we re-acclimated to our environment. Taste, high - GREAT, value? Even better...
MORE TO COME
