I planned this trip to celebrate 15 years of Coffeeshops and to return where it all started, Eindhoven. I flew out around lunchtime with a bit over an hour of a delay. When I touched down in Eindhoven I proceeded to make my way outside, bought a ticket from the machine and jumped on the bus into town. The plan was drop the bag into the hostel and go to Coffeeshop Pink, but I noticed the bus was going to pass close to The Wall Coffeeshop so I jumped off early and proceeded there.
I walked in and straight to the counter where one of the two girls showed me what I wanted to see and I ordered 3 grammes of the White Russian and 2 grammes of critical hash and parked myself at one of the tables with the high bar type stools and proceeded to roll up a joint. I sat there and smoked two and allowed the lovely wave you get from combo joints to wash over me. I was on the ACD chat on my phone and ACDs resident Hashishin, Marok21, recommended CoffeeShop Meetpoint as a good place to chill. I proceeded there as it was literally 4 mins walk away and I rambled up the street, now wasted and fumbling through my backpack to make sure I had everything, something I spend most of my trips doing. The nicely curated TRs and Insta stories never capture this scourge of my life wandering around foreign cities, thinking.....passport - check, money - check, bankcard - check, oh shit where's my <insert name of one thing I didn't check for> and panic ensues.
Coffeeshop Meetpoints bouncer ask me for ids and smiles profusely when he sees it. Usually in the south the foreigners in the Coffeeshops are mainly Belgians and Germanys so perhaps not being one of these two is the source of his amusement I think, but Eindhoven does have an airport and in The Wall I had seen Italians and Brtis. So who knows. Anyway, I got a bit of ammo as the menu was boring and sat down. There were people playing cards and chess and the decor was very upmarket for a coffeeshop
like a more upscale bar. After a joint of ammo there I fell out the door, now with the added shakes that ammo brings. I repeated the fumbling in the bag as I rambled off down the road to finally make it to Coffeeshop Pink. I got some La Con and Sour Diesel and sat down for a joint. Pink had by far and away the biggest menu of the places I went in Eindhoven and quality was ok. It seemed to have a very international crowd, beyond the Belgians and Germans. I find it hard in the South to figure out which places are popular with locals as for example when I was in the Eurogarden one day I thought it was full of locals but when I got talking to a few of them they were all from Hasselt, so many time the "locals" actually turn out to be from Flanders.
After Pink I went the hostel to check in, swung by the Eurogarden to look for block hash which they did not have and bought my first pre-roll in years, a pure cheese joint. Bad idea, dry as fuck, but sure hey!
I went back to the hostel and blazed up for the evening in the hostel smoking room, which had a Roor, I shit you not! There was a Hardcore (the electronic type) festival in Eindhoven so the hostel was full of people on amphetamines, needless to say the lights got turned on a few times in the dorm that night, but my titanic THC levels meant it didn't bother me much and who could shit on a hostel with a Roor anyway.
Next morning I was up bright and early and off to Meneer de Boer for breakfast, which I can't recommend enough, before heading to the station to get the train to Tilburg, who recently removed the Wiet Pass for a trial period.
I missed the Sprinter by two minutes, I was probably fumbling too much in my bag en route
so I had to get the Den Haag Intercity which was packed and I just remember thinking, I'm too stoned for this shit, and it wasn't the first time I'd think that on Saturday 
In Tilburg I went to Toermalijn coffeeshops where I spent about 3 hours, first chilling out in their back garden chatting to some Polish dude who worked locally and was and then inside sat at the bar chatting to the staff. I was puffing away on Nicole, some Tangie Dream and SSH, literally as happy as a pig in shit, in this wonderful coffeeshop. I was speaking to another local at the bar, who was sat there with his Pax2 in full serial vaper mode (somewhat like ACDs own Ken-san
). He was telling me he goes to Amsterdam quite regular to the Melkweg when big hip-hop acts come to town. He also recommends The Grass Company for edibles so after I leave and we do some fumbling in the bag I proceed there to get some cookies. 
On the way I pass through the Tilburg fun fair which was country fair meets gay pride, there was already lots of drunk people around and I had my second "I'm too stoned for this shit" moment of the day
time to get out of Tilburg I think. I get some cookies at The Grass Company and it's back to the station and a return to Eindoven where I did another tour of the coffeeshops and more wandering around the city, before flying out at lunchtime the following day.
Next stop: TBC
