Stay tuned. I can't wait to share this trip with you all, and give a little something back. Thanks in advance for all the information.
Destination: Amsterdam
Destination: Amsterdam
First, it was the wietpas, then the Blizzard, I thought this day would never come, but finally it has. First stop, Tokyo and then....Amsterdam!
Stay tuned. I can't wait to share this trip with you all, and give a little something back. Thanks in advance for all the information.
Stay tuned. I can't wait to share this trip with you all, and give a little something back. Thanks in advance for all the information.
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HasAnyoneSeenMyPipe
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dconstrukt
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nice
enjoy.... hit up greenhouse try some of their stuff.... and the fish tank in the floor... also you gotta try dr. grimspoon.... amazing smoke.
if you get a chance, let us know what the situation is in amsterdam as far as these new laws that are trying to pass banning tourists from coffeeshops...
would love to hear what they're saying there.
thanks and enjoy!!
enjoy.... hit up greenhouse try some of their stuff.... and the fish tank in the floor... also you gotta try dr. grimspoon.... amazing smoke.
if you get a chance, let us know what the situation is in amsterdam as far as these new laws that are trying to pass banning tourists from coffeeshops...
would love to hear what they're saying there.
thanks and enjoy!!
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Dr Greenshed
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seconded on that.dconstrukt wrote:nice
enjoy.... hit up greenhouse try some of their stuff.... and the fish tank in the floor... also you gotta try dr. grimspoon.... amazing smoke.
if you get a chance, let us know what the situation is in amsterdam as far as these new laws that are trying to pass banning tourists from coffeeshops...
would love to hear what they're saying there.
thanks and enjoy!!
have a blast man
doc
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First, I would like to thank everyone who contributes his or her time, effort and/or money in maintaining this forum. I have found the information contained in these pages to be an invaluable resource. Prior to my first trip, I had spent many countless nights happily flicking through the plethora of information and experience here.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit nervous to travel solo to the Dam. I mean, who knows what could happen to an attractive, young jet-lagged woman that arrives after dark in a country where she knows neither the culture nor the language?
I suppose men might not have the same types of fears. However, the more afraid I thought I was, the more solid my decision to give it a go became.
I am so glad I did. I met some really, really great people, saw a lovely snowy Amsterdam, visited World class museums, attended a classical concert, and sampled some of the best buds. What more could a girl ask for?
Day 1
5:00am (JST) I wake up shortly before five; too anxious to sleep any longer. After checking my flight information for any delays or cancellations, of which there were none, I jumped into the shower and packed away the last of my toiletries as I made my way towards Amsterdam.
Japan the land of the rising sun – and airports. Japan has over forty prefectures and just as many airports. However, only five of those airports offer international service, and only two offered direct service to Amsterdam. To make matters worse, many local airports don’t fly directly to Narita, which handles most of the travel from The West to Japan. So I must take a local plane to another local airport near Narita, and go from shuttle bus from that airport to Narita. But it’s Amsterdam baby!
6:00am (JST) Showered, packed, and car warmed up. I am out the door. GPS on the phone works like a charm. No one was on the road, and I reached my local airport with a half hour to spare. I sat down with a warm cup of Starbucks coffee, grabbed a newspaper, and sat in the front row with a ‘wing’ side seat off the runway. (ok, I am sorry, that was really bad)
I sit there with images of dancing crystallized nugs dancing in my head.
8:00am (JST) Bags checked, we board the plane. One of the things I read about solo traveling is that you are much more likely to meet people if you are alone. Especially, a woman alone, and I found this to be quite true. Anyway, Oddly enough, the woman who sat next to me is also a foreigner living in Japan, but she attends grad school near my house. Her Japanese is excellent, but she doesn't speak any English, so we chatted for the next hour and a half until we reached Tokyo, exchanging contact information, before parting. I was able to stop in time to get this picture of Mt. Fuji. I forget how many meters tall they say he is.
Arriving at Narita, and to my horror there is a change to my flight! As I wait for the board to flash to the change, I can feel my blood boil……, (blue line)
but… the flight is now leaving ten minutes EARLY! Whoo-hoo.
As I sit and wait for my plane, I listen to a little Grateful Dead, and Pink Floyd to get me in the mood. And then....
2:30pm (JST) – I board the plane that would slowly drain the life out of me for the next eleven and a half hours. To make matters worse, I am seated between two very, very sick businessmen. I am trying not to be in their “air zones” but its not happening…only eleven hours left. After a quick run through of the movies, I decided to start the trip off with, Sex and the City 2, followed by Iron Man 2, and Toy Story 3.
6:15pm (CET) – Feels like 2am, and I have not slept a wink. I step off the plane and instantly feel that crisp air, and see the residue from the weekend’s storm. I collect my bags and spot an ATM. Euros and bag in hand, I head over to the tourist information centre to ask about the OV Chipkaart card thing; It lets you ride all the trams, metros and buses all you want for a certain time period. I bought the 96-hour card for 29 Euros. Apparently, I expected to do a lot of traveling.
7:30pm (CET) Completely at a loss as to if I am on the right platform or not, I spot the Flight attendant from my flight standing nearby. She guides me on the right path. Shortly thereafter, I met a nice Italian gentleman named “L.” He asks if I need help. I tell him I need to get to the Ledseplein and he happens to be going that way. (Of course!) In any event, It was great company. We talked about Dutch Politics, and the recent government. Mr. L has been living in Holland for over five years and says there are some obstacles that non-Dutch people go through if they plan on living in the Netherlands. I wanted him to elaborate more but then my stop came. He gives me his number in case I wanted some local input.
7:45pm (CET) Arrived at the hotel, and checked into my room. When I booked the room, I had requested the quietest room available, and I believe I got it. Way on the fourth floor, opposite street side. Did I mention that there’s no elevator and that the staircase was built for little 18th century bodies without luggage?
The room is quite small, but it’ll do. After a check in and quick scan of the room, I decided I needed to grab a bit of food; Burger King.
I order a chicken wrap, which I proceeded to spill half of it all over my shirt to the amusement of the woman and her boyfriend sitting next to me. Next I try to figure out, where is everyone putting their trays and where are they getting napkins because seriously the wrap is getting out of hand. After a few minutes I figure it out, and I decide I should stop in at my first coffeeshop and have that long awaited first toke in two years.
8:00pm (CET) As I proceed to walk towards Rookies, I am chatted up by the older Italian and the younger Portuguese. I am so impressed with how International Amsterdam feels. I am in such good spirits that the jetlag disappears from my thoughts.
I enter Rookies and there’s Reggae playing in the background. The bar and smoking area are quite large. The interior is a bit dark, and has an old bar feel to it. I walk up to the budtendress, a very nice lady, probably mid/late twenties blonde wavy hair, and ask her for any recommendations. She goes over the menu and I choose a nice pure pre-roll Northern Light, a gram of 2008 Cup Winner - Roshia, a strawberry Looza and sit down for a smoke.
I find an open table in the corner, and sit down with my purchases. I find that I really enjoy the Looza. I carefully open my first joint and the smell of the Northern Lights hits my nose. Yum, that smells good. Next, I try the Roshia,, it smells even better!
I take off my jacket and start to light it up! It’s been two years in the waiting and I had always read that pre-filled are comparatively weak. Well, after two minutes and half a joint later. I realize that I am seriously fucked up. Not only do I realize that I am seriously fucked up, but I am getting the giggles, and I am alone.
I must have sat there for about ten minutes, although it felt like thirty, and I notice there’s a group of people in front of me. They all have that same ‘seriously fucked up’ face look that I do. I am tempted to go talk to them. I catch one of the girls make this really funny face and I started to lose it. Her friend kind of had an Amy Winehouse, after rehab, kind of look going. And she kept rubbing her throat, but not in a, "man, I smoked too much way," it was different. Anyway, i was really so high, so I decided to call it a night, and go back to my room.
I fumble up those stairs, which now feel like they were built for gnomes and crash on my bed. I take another puff of that Northern Lights before I started to watch Cheech and Chong's "Up in Smoke," on the PC. That was the plan anyway. The jetlag reappeared. The last sentences I remember are: "Are we moving man?" "I think we’re parked,” and I chuckled and passed out.
This day was a bit of a bust because I landed so jetlagged and out of it after that first joint. But then the next day, I would meet Gapie and Bleak...stay tuned. First sleep.
End of Day 1.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit nervous to travel solo to the Dam. I mean, who knows what could happen to an attractive, young jet-lagged woman that arrives after dark in a country where she knows neither the culture nor the language?
I suppose men might not have the same types of fears. However, the more afraid I thought I was, the more solid my decision to give it a go became.
I am so glad I did. I met some really, really great people, saw a lovely snowy Amsterdam, visited World class museums, attended a classical concert, and sampled some of the best buds. What more could a girl ask for?
Day 1
5:00am (JST) I wake up shortly before five; too anxious to sleep any longer. After checking my flight information for any delays or cancellations, of which there were none, I jumped into the shower and packed away the last of my toiletries as I made my way towards Amsterdam.
Japan the land of the rising sun – and airports. Japan has over forty prefectures and just as many airports. However, only five of those airports offer international service, and only two offered direct service to Amsterdam. To make matters worse, many local airports don’t fly directly to Narita, which handles most of the travel from The West to Japan. So I must take a local plane to another local airport near Narita, and go from shuttle bus from that airport to Narita. But it’s Amsterdam baby!
6:00am (JST) Showered, packed, and car warmed up. I am out the door. GPS on the phone works like a charm. No one was on the road, and I reached my local airport with a half hour to spare. I sat down with a warm cup of Starbucks coffee, grabbed a newspaper, and sat in the front row with a ‘wing’ side seat off the runway. (ok, I am sorry, that was really bad)
I sit there with images of dancing crystallized nugs dancing in my head.
8:00am (JST) Bags checked, we board the plane. One of the things I read about solo traveling is that you are much more likely to meet people if you are alone. Especially, a woman alone, and I found this to be quite true. Anyway, Oddly enough, the woman who sat next to me is also a foreigner living in Japan, but she attends grad school near my house. Her Japanese is excellent, but she doesn't speak any English, so we chatted for the next hour and a half until we reached Tokyo, exchanging contact information, before parting. I was able to stop in time to get this picture of Mt. Fuji. I forget how many meters tall they say he is.
Arriving at Narita, and to my horror there is a change to my flight! As I wait for the board to flash to the change, I can feel my blood boil……, (blue line)
but… the flight is now leaving ten minutes EARLY! Whoo-hoo.
As I sit and wait for my plane, I listen to a little Grateful Dead, and Pink Floyd to get me in the mood. And then....
2:30pm (JST) – I board the plane that would slowly drain the life out of me for the next eleven and a half hours. To make matters worse, I am seated between two very, very sick businessmen. I am trying not to be in their “air zones” but its not happening…only eleven hours left. After a quick run through of the movies, I decided to start the trip off with, Sex and the City 2, followed by Iron Man 2, and Toy Story 3.
6:15pm (CET) – Feels like 2am, and I have not slept a wink. I step off the plane and instantly feel that crisp air, and see the residue from the weekend’s storm. I collect my bags and spot an ATM. Euros and bag in hand, I head over to the tourist information centre to ask about the OV Chipkaart card thing; It lets you ride all the trams, metros and buses all you want for a certain time period. I bought the 96-hour card for 29 Euros. Apparently, I expected to do a lot of traveling.
7:30pm (CET) Completely at a loss as to if I am on the right platform or not, I spot the Flight attendant from my flight standing nearby. She guides me on the right path. Shortly thereafter, I met a nice Italian gentleman named “L.” He asks if I need help. I tell him I need to get to the Ledseplein and he happens to be going that way. (Of course!) In any event, It was great company. We talked about Dutch Politics, and the recent government. Mr. L has been living in Holland for over five years and says there are some obstacles that non-Dutch people go through if they plan on living in the Netherlands. I wanted him to elaborate more but then my stop came. He gives me his number in case I wanted some local input.
7:45pm (CET) Arrived at the hotel, and checked into my room. When I booked the room, I had requested the quietest room available, and I believe I got it. Way on the fourth floor, opposite street side. Did I mention that there’s no elevator and that the staircase was built for little 18th century bodies without luggage?
The room is quite small, but it’ll do. After a check in and quick scan of the room, I decided I needed to grab a bit of food; Burger King.
I order a chicken wrap, which I proceeded to spill half of it all over my shirt to the amusement of the woman and her boyfriend sitting next to me. Next I try to figure out, where is everyone putting their trays and where are they getting napkins because seriously the wrap is getting out of hand. After a few minutes I figure it out, and I decide I should stop in at my first coffeeshop and have that long awaited first toke in two years.
8:00pm (CET) As I proceed to walk towards Rookies, I am chatted up by the older Italian and the younger Portuguese. I am so impressed with how International Amsterdam feels. I am in such good spirits that the jetlag disappears from my thoughts.
I enter Rookies and there’s Reggae playing in the background. The bar and smoking area are quite large. The interior is a bit dark, and has an old bar feel to it. I walk up to the budtendress, a very nice lady, probably mid/late twenties blonde wavy hair, and ask her for any recommendations. She goes over the menu and I choose a nice pure pre-roll Northern Light, a gram of 2008 Cup Winner - Roshia, a strawberry Looza and sit down for a smoke.
I find an open table in the corner, and sit down with my purchases. I find that I really enjoy the Looza. I carefully open my first joint and the smell of the Northern Lights hits my nose. Yum, that smells good. Next, I try the Roshia,, it smells even better!
I take off my jacket and start to light it up! It’s been two years in the waiting and I had always read that pre-filled are comparatively weak. Well, after two minutes and half a joint later. I realize that I am seriously fucked up. Not only do I realize that I am seriously fucked up, but I am getting the giggles, and I am alone.
I must have sat there for about ten minutes, although it felt like thirty, and I notice there’s a group of people in front of me. They all have that same ‘seriously fucked up’ face look that I do. I am tempted to go talk to them. I catch one of the girls make this really funny face and I started to lose it. Her friend kind of had an Amy Winehouse, after rehab, kind of look going. And she kept rubbing her throat, but not in a, "man, I smoked too much way," it was different. Anyway, i was really so high, so I decided to call it a night, and go back to my room.
I fumble up those stairs, which now feel like they were built for gnomes and crash on my bed. I take another puff of that Northern Lights before I started to watch Cheech and Chong's "Up in Smoke," on the PC. That was the plan anyway. The jetlag reappeared. The last sentences I remember are: "Are we moving man?" "I think we’re parked,” and I chuckled and passed out.
This day was a bit of a bust because I landed so jetlagged and out of it after that first joint. But then the next day, I would meet Gapie and Bleak...stay tuned. First sleep.
End of Day 1.
