Friday 1st September 2006
Waking at 5.30am I’m showered, dressed, packed and en-route to pick up T & B. The car is full with wifey at the wheel. We’re at London – Luton sat eating our foundation meal for the limited hours in Amsterdam…and it’s still only 7.00am…
A full English breakfast (for the cost of the traditional - £4.99 instead of £6.99 was a good start)…we fly!
9.40am we take off, 10.25am we touch-down in Amsterdam…we’re stood on a busy double decker €3.40 train to Centraal which departs on time at ** EDIT ** 12.01pm... not 11.01am (dam time is GMT + 1.... Prompt
after the train, the wander up Damrak stopping to buy a lighter for my 40-a-day cigarette smoking dad…we wander diagonally across to the top-left corner of Dam Square, up Nes and happily into the Rho Hotel… paperwork complete we check in and make for our triple on the 1st floor with windows opening onto the ally-way.
Unpack, which for me was; tip bag upside down and spread clothes on table. Done
After the total failure of our room safe which wasted the time we had in town from 12.15 until 1.00pm… we ended up storing our passports in the safe in the store room.
We walk into Nes at 1.08pm (approx)
Meet Dave and Jess… complete our introductions when in walks this big dude, mean looking lump who says “anyone here called Rez?”… jBomb and I meet and greet before we quickly get a round of drinks ordered… very quickly followed by the gram of Super Silver Haze (12€)…(think J was smoking the Thai) very pungent smell… fruity, zesty… very sticky bud, jBomb called it dank (?)… smoked thick and strong. A deep lungful exhaled left a pleasing taste which complimented the smell. Very nice. The pint of gulpener was also very good to the throat… I was hammering both and whilst chatting away with jBomb managed to smoke my first September gram in around 4 hours. Pleasantly mellowed I continue texting with Cantona7 who was also in town and “trying” to find me/us.
I bought a gram of Hash Plant Haze which was similar but different, I can’t describe how but maybe, not as mellow… I bit of kicking and screaming as this little bastard burned… beat me up inside and left me slumped on the stool… all good though, more… more !!
Cantona7 and I never got to meet… jBomb headed off around 4pm and we headed off around 4.30pm to find a feed… Cantona7, there’s always next time.
Me, T & B wander looking for a place to eat, 3 men all with differing levels of hunger and tatse… not good, all being too polite as to where we should go. I had to take control… as nobody seemed to mind where we ate, instead of standing outside deciding if to go in or not I just went in to the first place with a menu I fancied eating from… we find a place soon and due to my outrageous hunger I made no effort to notice what the place was called or where it was…T & B ordered steak with mushrooms and chips, mine was a double cheese burger, with salad and chips… the food came, we ate like the 3 kings of Silver Haze! All washed down with a pint of diet coke… I was good to go.
We’re fed and watered and I’m fit to take on what Amsterdam has to offer, it’s only 5pm is and we ain’t got long.
T & B are tired and fancy a nap before hitting the RLD and drinking smoking some more later… like after dark. I figure I’ll stay out while they rest… I walk them back to The Rho (spotting Basjoe en-route)… OK, my phone alarm is set for 7.30pm to go get the oldies (they both 61 and I’m 36, Dad and his mate)…
Walking briskly, I’m back at Basjoe in minutes… no half gram deals means I’m forced to buy a gram of Sour Diesel. I’m mash-up from the gram of SSH and the HPH now the SD seems to be similar too… no worries. I’m in Basjoe (alone) toking some fine weed… its pretty perfect really. I asked the dreadlock man if I could use a pipe and the one his colleague passed me still had some weed in which he insisted I smoked… so after that and a bowl of the Sour Diesel, I decided to “wander”… stagger!!
Not really keeping too much of an eye on the time I tried not to wander too far and subsequently came across Kadinsky… not sure which one, very small (red?) bar, on maybe 2 tables in the window with a toilet upstairs.
I really didn’t want or need to buy any more weed and as I had bought weed in Basjoe with no drink, I needed a coffee.
I asked if I could smoke my own and the dealer was really happy and polite and said for sure like I didn’t really need to ask… I felt rude not doing so. He was obviously smoking too and his happiness made me feel very welcome and relaxed.
I drank me coffee, smoked some SD mixed with HPH while chatting to a bone head Essex boy (I’m and Essex boy too – only by birth)… we had a good fast intense chat, he had moved out with his kid and wife… bit of a bad boy but nice enough to me…
I tidied up and decided to get myself back to Nes so not to be late for T & B.
I had another pint of diet coke and another bowl of mixed weed before chatting with Dave (who had just finished work)…
Now, when I got up to our triple room, my Dad = T and his mate = B were deep in sleep, T mentioned that I was an hour early and it was only 6.30pm…(his watch was still on UK time)… I was so please to cheat them out of an hour and I crashed too… fully clothed and face down from 7.30pm until 8.50pm… shock.
I washed my face & teeth and got the old boys out for the evening’s pleasures…
September stop-over in Amsterdam (PT1)
September stop-over in Amsterdam (PT1)
Last edited by Rez on Mon 4th Sep 2006 04:59 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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