Oldest and craziest memories of trips from 80s and 90s

[SHIVA 11]

Just reading and thinking about some of my early trips to the dam and particularly the first. i dont have a lot of memories of it as it was 21 years ago but a few things stuck out.

The main one being that i smoked my first spliff, very odd because i had been clubbing, dancing in fields of my face for a few years by then but never smoked in fact it was the last drug i tried and the only one i have stuck with.

We arrived for my mates twenty first birthday no hotel booked nothing.The trawl began it was August and we struggled to get a room but found one in the red light district cant remember the name of the hotel.i decide to wait out the front as they would be 10 mins .Within thirty seconds i was approached by a large Rasta asking me where i was from.Innocently, i thought to myself what a friendly place!. i told him Middlesbrough and he swore to me that he had a cousin who lived there.At this time there was probably one black family in Middlesbrough and they where only black because they needed a wash!. he then asks me if i want any smoke. i politely declined and was a little taken aback.Any how my mates turn up and i tell them whats happened, we hastily decide to buy some if we see him again.I swear to you that we did not know you could buy it in coffee shops at this time.

If anybody watched mr Ben when they were young you will be aware a man always appeared from nowhere well at this point so did my new friend with the dreads.We conducted the most clumsy drug deal in History, i do not know who was worse him or us we ended up trying to get him down a back alley so we would not be seen.he got paranoid as he thought we were going to tax him.we got para as we were sure he would have big fucking mates and so it went on.We finally managed to score what looked like a piece of sheep shit.Back to the room pronto after buying some skins and fags.

Now what? in our rush we all failed to mention none of us could skin up, we stared at the hash and the skins hoping somehow it would build itself..it didnt .Positive action was called for my mate took charge of proceedings and starts to shave the hash with a bic disposable razor ,i had not seen it done like this before must be a experienced man.He wasnt just a knobhead who never thought of burning it!.We finally cobbled together a reefer looking not unlike a bag of chips to be honest and proceed to smoke my first joint.Ten minutes in and knobhead is lying on the bed claiming his legs dont work the other mate is convinced he will become addicted and die whilst i realised i should of been smoking this for years instead of necking chemicals. And so it began a relationship that has stood me in good stead for the last twenty years.

Amsterdam was a bit different then rld was mad and not as much weed related stuff .I seem to remember it was a lot rougher but maybe not its all a bit hazy.

[intricatethakid]

Just reading and thinking about some of my early trips to the dam and particularly the first. i dont have a lot of memories of it as it was 21 years ago but a few things stuck out.

The main one being that i smoked my first spliff, very odd because i had been clubbing, dancing in fields of my face for a few years by then but never smoked in fact it was the last drug i tried and the only one i have stuck with.

We arrived for my mates twenty first birthday no hotel booked nothing.The trawl began it was August and we struggled to get a room but found one in the red light district cant remember the name of the hotel.i decide to wait out the front as they would be 10 mins .Within thirty seconds i was approached by a large Rasta asking me where i was from.Innocently, i thought to myself what a friendly place!. i told him Middlesbrough and he swore to me that he had a cousin who lived there.At this time there was probably one black family in Middlesbrough and they where only black because they needed a wash!. he then asks me if i want any smoke. i politely declined and was a little taken aback.Any how my mates turn up and i tell them whats happened, we hastily decide to buy some if we see him again.I swear to you that we did not know you could buy it in coffee shops at this time.

If anybody watched mr Ben when they were young you will be aware a man always appeared from nowhere well at this point so did my new friend with the dreads.We conducted the most clumsy drug deal in History, i do not know who was worse him or us we ended up trying to get him down a back alley so we would not be seen.he got paranoid as he thought we were going to tax him.we got para as we were sure he would have big fucking mates and so it went on.We finally managed to score what looked like a piece of sheep shit.Back to the room pronto after buying some skins and fags.

Now what? in our rush we all failed to mention none of us could skin up, we stared at the hash and the skins hoping somehow it would build itself..it didnt .Positive action was called for my mate took charge of proceedings and starts to shave the hash with a bic disposable razor ,i had not seen it done like this before must be a experienced man.He wasnt just a knobhead who never thought of burning it!.We finally cobbled together a reefer looking not unlike a bag of chips to be honest and proceed to smoke my first joint.Ten minutes in and knobhead is lying on the bed claiming his legs dont work the other mate is convinced he will become addicted and die whilst i realised i should of been smoking this for years instead of necking chemicals. And so it began a relationship that has stood me in good stead for the last twenty years.

Amsterdam was a bit different then rld was mad and not as much weed related stuff .I seem to remember it was a lot rougher but maybe not its all a bit hazy.

bahahahahah. That's great. Quality stuff!

[RR]

@ Shiva11 ROFL LOL

best account ever of a first time ! ! had me laughing my arse off !!!

[Pauli Wallnuts]

on the same trip as my last story,
it was our last day & we had checked out of our hotel & went to vondelpark to smoke our leftovers, on a nearby bench their was a very fat woman sleeping rough with her possesions in a couple of albert heijn bags, as she slept another homeless guy snuck up & had a look through her bags, he found nothing of any value & strolled off,
10 or so minutes later this woman wakes up walks round the back of her bench leans back against it & proceeds to take a massive shit, it absolutely stunk & we were 20 - 25 yards away, this is in the middle of the day with families with little kids running around, the smell was so bad we had to immediatley vacate the area

[SHIVA 11]

RR and intricate thanks for the comments appreciated. Pauli that was some bad shit man!!.Nothing like a tramp having a shit to brighten your day.

[Lion King]

My first time in amsterdam was in the summer 1996 i was 14. I went with my parents and my 4 year older sister we stayed in an apartment rented by the renaissance (kattengat). One night i nicked a few guilders from my mom and went to a cs nearby with my sister. There was a psychedelic toilet with uv lights!??I remember us smoking a prerolled and playing backgammon. we got so HIGH couldnt stop laughing. we didnt wanna go back to our parents so we wandered around in the RLD.
GOT LOST BIG TIME!!! late at night found the renaissance to face some worried parents. Where have u been ??? why are you being so silly??why are your eyes red????Eeeehhhhhh......
went back the next day and bought 2 joints to smugle back home
my sister and i still laugh about it to this day.
Ive been in love with amsterdam ever since

[TwoCanucks]

This is one of the best threads going.

It's fun to see how much amsterdam has changed over the years.... and how much it really hasn't.

[sam]

My first trip was in Nov of 2000 for the CC. The trip was crazy from the start. I live out in the middle of nowhere, closest major airport is 300 miles away. We(4of us) had to be at the airport at 2pm on wed. The problem was at 4pm on tues it starts to blizzard and is supposed to last for 1-2 days. So as a bunch of dumb stoners we roll a 1/2 oz up into joints and head out for MSP at 6pm tues night because we were going to Amsterdam nomatter what. It took us most of the half ounce and 14hrs to drive 300 miles. Now our only problem is we are 6hrs early for the plane, so we went to the Zoo in Minneapolis to kill some time. The plane trip went smooth as did customs. We got on the train at schipol and got off at centrall station. Went to the first coffeeshop we found The Grasshopper. This is where the fun starts again. Now I had not slept in 2days and was my first trip. We figured out the dealer was downstairs well as I started to go down the stairs I tripped and me, my bag, and the guy in front of me end up at the bottom of the stairs in a big pile. I get up and try to tell the guy I was sorry, but he has already beat me to it(it was my fault). Then we go in and all make our first buys sit down have a coffee and smoke way too much weed and hash. We figure we better go as we still had to figure out what a tram was and how to get to where we were staying on one. Well as I get up and put on my heavy winter coat I spilled a guys coffee all over him in the process, and yes it was the same poor guy I fell on earlier.

[intricatethakid]

Well as I get up and put on my heavy winter coat I spilled a guys coffee all over him in the process, and yes it was the same poor guy I fell on earlier.

LOL!

[Ash333]

My first time in amsterdam was in the summer 1996 i was 14. I went with my parents and my 4 year older sister we stayed in an apartment rented by the renaissance (kattengat). One night i nicked a few guilders from my mom and went to a cs nearby with my sister. There was a psychedelic toilet with uv lights!??I remember us smoking a prerolled and playing backgammon. we got so HIGH couldnt stop laughing. we didnt wanna go back to our parents so we wandered around in the RLD.
GOT LOST BIG TIME!!! late at night found the renaissance to face some worried parents. Where have u been ??? why are you being so silly??why are your eyes red????Eeeehhhhhh......
went back the next day and bought 2 joints to smugle back home
my sister and i still laugh about it to this day.
Ive been in love with amsterdam ever since

You smoked up your 4 year old sister?

[Twichaldinho]

I think his sister was 4 years older than him Ash.

[templeball]

..........Amsterdam was a bit different then rld was mad and not as much weed related stuff .I seem to remember it was a lot rougher but maybe not its all a bit hazy.

Oh it was a lot rougher, I assure you. Weve covered junkies elsewhere here in this thread, I have done some mad shit in my life but being cornered by a group of them in the early hours in the Zeejdik, whilst off my nut , worrying about being stabbed by one of them with a dirty syringe was a regular occurence and is up there with the worst of my memories, shiver me timbers it was very rough at times....

BTW Anyone else go and enjoy Trance Buddha in the 90's, it took over the meditation centre between the Bulldogs in the RLD, it was the best place to combine dope and dance/raving, had some magic nights there and heard some great DJ's, we used to smoke and neck very very strong clean pills and sit for hours with one drink on cushions not being hassled to move on, it was an essential place for cold winter days...there was even a guy on-site who who would test the purity of the pills you were about to swallow with a special liquid for a small sum, thats service!

[angry pirate]

Oh it was a lot rougher, I assure you.

You ain't kiddin, and the law took no prisoners either, did they?

Just to illustrate...
One september, about 10/11 years back, four of us were sat canalside at ricks or suzy's having a beer in the evening sun when we noticed a cop car pull up in front of city hall and another, unmarked car with one uniformed polis pulled up behind. Two law got out of the first car and started frisking up two lads while the cop in the unmarked car sat reading a paper. This was going on for a few minutes, everyone sat on our side watching the little slice of street drama, when the cop folded up his read, stepped out of his car and walked past his two colleagues without a word and wandered up to a lone bloke standing by the canal in front of greenhouse. He pulled out his cosh/stick and battered this bloke to the floor, giving him a good 4-5 cracks for luck while he lay there. On our side, all the jaws had hit the floor. It looked like a random attack on a random target (who knows), but it was fucking brutal. Then to top it all, PC Headcase calmly put his stick away, walked back to the car, again ignoring the two plod from the squad car. He got in, pulled the paper out again, and read til the other cops were done. Then they casually drove off, randomer still curled up on the canalside, alone.
Vowed at that point to never annoy a dutch copper, and i'd recommend any noobs to follow that stance.
Dutch police seem sound enough, it's whats bubbling under the surface i'd worry about. Be lucky

[Blues Haze]

My first trip to dam was in 94. Got a coach from Victoria, ferry then back on coach to dam. Took about 20 hours or so. Got in to dam around 7am and somehow made our way to ricks (I think it was ricks or it could have been next door). Got some coffee and weed and sat out in the morning sun, with huge smiles on our faces. We were in Holland for a week, the only plan we had was to go and watch Orbital that evening (in a disused gas works the other side of dam park), then hitch round Holland for 5 days and finish the trip of back in dam. Anyway we spent the day rambling in and out of cs, preparing ourselves for the gig that evening.
Got up to the Venue about 10pm and the queue was massive, there was patch of grass next to where everyone was queuing up, so me and my mate thought it would be a great idea to have a lay down and wait for the queue to die down. Next thing I know, I can feel myself being shaken, so I open my eyes to this security type dood with a big smile on his face telling me Orbital were just about to start. Turns out me and my mate had been crashed for about 3 hours and this chap had been watching us (much to his own amusement) and thought it was only fair to wake us up. So we got up, thanked the chap who was still laughing his head off at our stoner antics and made our way into the gig. It was a definite ‘Welcome to Amsterdam moment’

[Ghost]

Thats one funny story Hasjdreamer, kept me hooked till the end.

You got one good lady there mate.