Crystal – Rastababy

Laughing Buddha – Rokerij

Malika Halua - Rokerij

Red Diesel – Barneys

Jack Herer – Dampkring

Shibani - Dampkring

Tuesday 23/9/2008
Woke up on day 2 at about 09.30. I had a busy day ahead of me and planned to hit as many of the coffeeshops on my list as possible. Got quickly showered and dressed whilst I pondered what to have for breakfast. I remembered that someone on the ACD Forum had recommended a place for good breakfast ‘a couple doors to the right’ of the hotel. So I stepped out of the hotel walked right and sure enough there was a little quiet restaurant serving full English breakfasts for about 9Euros- not bad. I also had a couple of cups of coffee to wash it down at 2 euros a pop. The Breakfast was lovely, just what I needed to start my day! Cheers to whoever it was that recommended!

After breakfast I decided to take a stroll up towards Central Station to phone the missus back home. Somewhere along the way I stopped in Abraxas. Though it wasn’t the main Abraxas that I’d been to before, this one was much smaller and looked as though was getting refurbished. I went in their purely in search of Sour Diesel but after scanning the menu and not seeing it, I thought it rude to just walk out so bought some Abraxas Delight for about 8 Euros I think.
So I continued my walk to Central station to the payphones located just outside the station by the bike ranks. Tried to call Candice but she was on the phone- typical! I had a ready rolled spliff of laughing Buddha on me and I took it out to smoke it but realised I didn’t have a lighter. Looking around me, I saw a group of 3 lads a couple of payphones across from me talking loudly in French and I asked if they had a light. One of them said he did and handed me one. The guy tells me his name is Chris, and it turns out he lives in France but was brought up in Bishop Stortford, Hertforshire, just outside of London not far from where I live. The people he was standing with were just random French people that he was helping to use the payphone. Whilst we chatted and smoked the spliff of Laughing Buddha he tells me that he had his wallet stolen 2 days previously and is stranded in Amsterdam until his wife sends over some money for him. At first I was a bit sceptical as I know what some of these characters over here can be like and will do anything to make a quick buck out of unsuspecting people. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and he suggested we go for a smoke somewhere. I wasn’t particularly fussed about where but he said his favourite coffeeshop was Hill Street Blues. This is somewhere that previous trips I have stayed near to, walked past but never actually gone inside. We set off toward The Damrak and were at HSB within minutes.


We walked in and I ordered a couple of drinks as I wasn’t really intending on buying any weed from here. When I looked at the menu I realised u could buy your weed wither by the gram, or you could buy by the euro in multiples of 10E. What I didn’t get was the fact it emphasised at the bottom of the menu that they could not sell more than 5g to one person. Although this is a well known general rule of Amsterdam, it kinda made their menu pointless as the majority of 40E deals were over 5g so I would presume they would not sell?! Anyway, Chris was looking like a kid in a candy store and showing me how great value the gear was. He got a gram of Zero Zero for 4.50E (cheap and cheerful!). Whilst paying for the stuff we got chatting to a guy called Mats from Finland, he asked us if we would join him & his friend for a couple of joints. So we went to the downstairs chillout area and sat by the door over looking the canal.

I got chatting to Mats’ friend Danny from Ireland. It turns out they had been in Amsterdam for about 4 months and had been to Hill Street Blues everyday for the past month. I quite liked this coffeeshop, it had a really chilled atmosphere and a British feel to it with all the graffiti covering the walls and stuff. I signed my name on one of the walls and rolled up a spliff of Abraxas delight.

I soon discovered this place has a tolerance for smoking with tobacco which was good! The Abraxas Delight was a heady, mellow high which is quite fruity on the taste buds. Danny and Mats had some Hill Street Special which was not bad at all. Cannot remember much about the taste all I wrote in my notepad was ‘nice smoke’. Chris (who I forgot to mention was blatantly buzzing off something other than good weed) was going to work on a spliff of zero zero. I noticed he was making several little roaches but I didn’t get what he was doing. Before I knew it he had also stuck several rizlas together and proceeded to skin up a joint of zero zero. To fatten it up he asked for some weed, so I gave him a nice bud of Abraxas delight. I usually don’t mix weed with hash as I find that the effects of the 2 often conflict and I like to taste what I’m smoking. Chris lit it up and boy did it go down well! After about 3 hours chilling there feeling nicely stoned, I looked at the time and realised I had actually got nothing done that I had intended to yet. I wasn’t too keen on letting on to the rest that my intention was to trawl around Amsterdam with my list of coffeeshops and strains and seeing what I could get. So I made my excuses and said I would maybe be back later.
I wanted to make my next stop the furthest stop and one that I had been looking forward to for a couple of months- Mellow Yellow! Now I’ve never actually ventured too far away from the Centrum area before but that’s been purely because of the burden of others on previous trips. In the past my friends have never wanted to do the same thing and the idea of venturing too far out has never really appealed to any of us- no surprise there seeing as we’re stoners! So now with nobody to hold me back I took the long walk to Mellow Yellow. I got lost along the way but found it eventually.


It wasn’t particularly busy when I arrived and I asked the budtender if the current batch of Super Silver Haze was any good. He just grinned, nodded and went behind him to find the bud. He thrust the tub under my nose… lovely! The buds looked lovely too with lots of trichomes.

I got a 2 gram bag and sat down in the corner next to the front window to roll a joint. It was a lovely smooth smoke- with the typical generic haze like taste. The buzz crept up on me. First I had the feeling in my ears, hearing and senses started to heighten and heightened sense of awareness. I chilled for about half hour or so to enjoy my buzz and ticked MY off the list…
Out into the Amsterdam sunshine, I set off in the direction of Stix for some infamous Nepali Temple Ball.


The place was empty when I arrived apart from a miserable looking young budtender. I asked what he thought of the NTB. Clearly uninterested, he said he no longer smoked so could not comment! He was a complete asshole and said that smoking was no longer permitted in there, who cares- the place was dead anyway.

I left and spotted another branch of Rokerij. Still looking for the Sour Diesel I went in and it was the same menu as before, minus the Sour D. I bought a gram of Afghan purely so as not to seem rude.

Then it starts to get a little hazy as to what happened next. The next entry I have in my notebook is of going to 420 and buying a gram of Blueberry for 8E.


I’m not particularly sure why either as it wasn’t on my list. After that I went just opposite to C/S De Kroon, an old fave of mine and the lads back home.

Its changed a lot, infact its had a total makeover. Very modern looking now, whereas before was designed to have a classic Greek kinda feel to it. As usual the weed is sold in 2g bags. I bought a bag of White Shark for 18E and an apple Looza and sat on the leather couch at the front of the shop.

The White Shark was a nice clean high and smooth smoke. By this time my throat was feeling a bit sore but the Looza soothed it nicely! I chilled there for quite a while before heading toward Haarlemstraat to Greenhouse Centrum. I buy a gram of Cheese for 11E.

Heard a lot about the cheese in Dam, theres many places you can get it from but only few places have that special product. I was hoping I was onto a winner. Didn’t bother to chill in here, but instead opted to go to Barney’s to smoke a couple of joints.
When I sit down in Barneys and take out my days’ purchases I notice I have a bag of Moroccan hash that I don’t for the life of me remember buying.
I wrack my brains but still to this day do not have a clue where it came from. Anyway, I smoke another White shark spliff and sip on my fanta. The White shark had me nicely stoned. I looked at the time, 7pm. Chillout vibe in Barneys, getting stoned, staring out of the window listening to sounds of Snoop, Dr Dre, Eminem & Xzibit.

Next I roll a nice fat spliff of Afghan. The hash is very sticky and just touching it slightly left lovely sticky resin on my fingers. It was an ok smoke, nothing amazing but I wasn’t expecting it to be. I am expecting more from the Nepal Temple Ball when I sample it later. I relaxed and read some more of Mr Nice- before I knew it an hour and a half had passed.
On the way back to the hotel I grabbed 2.8g of Jamaican from Bushdoctor. I noticed the menu was the same as rasta baby. I was quite erked by the budtender who seemed to be spaced out in his own world when I was talking to him trying to get recommendations of decent weed. He said that he only smokes hash- just look at the menu and decide for yourself! So another unhelpful sod of a budtender!
Back at the hotel I rolled a fat spliff of Nepal Temple Ball & Malika Halua. It was a very nice mix and a strong put you on your ass kinda buzz.I quite liked the spicy taste, I presumed that was the NTB coming through but obviously was hard to tell. I chilled for a while and read. My last evening in Amsterdam was hardly going as I had thought but I was here purely on business.
Wednesday 24/09/2008
The last thing I remember smoking was some more Crystal from Rasta Baby and it must have done the job because the next thing I remember is the hotel phone going at 10am saying checkout was in half hour. I got washed and dressed and packed my bags quickly. When I got outside, I took some pics of the hotel.



I headed towards Central station again to use the payphone to phone home, taking in the sights and taking pics of coffeeshops on the way. Grey Area was closed and Amnesia didn’t look like anything special so only pictures were taken of both of them.
Grabbed some munchables on my travels and studied my map to try and find Basjoes. After a bit of searching I finally find it.



Scanning through the menu I don’t see anything particularly appealing. I have polm on my list from here but I have quite a bit of hash so decide to leave it and just chill at the front table looking out the window.


I get a coffee for 2E and sit down to finish off an Afghan spliff that I’d had from the night before. I then roll a little cocktail of Cheese and Blueberry.

All I can say is wow. It’s a sick mix that absolutely assaults me. Try to read some more of Mr Nice but I’m physically unable to concentrate due to the effects.
The effects are heavy, very much a full on indica stone leaving me feeling like even if I wanted to get up and leave I couldn’t. Lol. I order another coffee to try to chill out a bit.
I spend the rest of the afternoon taking in the sights and taking photos. Also find time to send a lil package home. Won’t bore you guys with the minor details but all in all a decent trip! I’m back out there in about 15 hours so looks like I’ve got even more work to do when I get back. No rest for the wicked eh- it’s a hard life !
My purchases.

