Thursday August 4th
A head-slamming trip!
Up at half nine-ish, quick shower, coffee / smoke, toast with jam, coffee / smoke, check-out, bike with stuff to… ?? Possibly directly to new apartment.
Check-in to the new apartment was smooth and fast and the stand-in host was super friendly and very nice, warning us in a friendly tone “not to buy drugs ,on the street, at Pride”. She paused a bit after saying drugs, stressed the next part, “on the streets”, paused a bit again and gave the end “at Pride” an extra nudge, which made us snicker slightly and gave us a good laugh later.
We grabbed a breakfast sandwich with ham, cheese and a fried egg from the little café thingy across from Letting on Prinsensstraat, which for the money was a great and quite filling start-of-the-day meal. As we sat at the table in the great new place, had breakfast and some lattes, along with a good many joints, while looking out on the charming and beautiful street, we agreed that life was pretty fucking sweat in Amsterdam.
Ibericus was high on our list of must visit food places as we are completely hooked on cured and dried meats, and Jamon Iberico (Pata Negra) is the absolute king of these only rivaled by the much harder to get tuscan Cinta Senese.
If you like Iberian ham, well then Ibericus on Haarlemmerstraat is your place: it is fantastic to see all those spectacular examples displayed for your viewing pleasure, smell the sweat funk of those perfectly cured pieces of heaven and, best of all, get into tasting them babies before making your selection. We hung a little at the counter, chatting with the guys serving and tasting a good selection of the most delicious hams you can imagine before settling on an selection of 5 different hams, at least one from each of the main regions (Extremadura, Salamanca and, erhm, Jabugo IWRC). Between the selection several from Joselito and 5 J’s, it doesn’t get better than that friends. The prices were actually really fair, off course it was quite a little bill we ran up buying so much of the best hams around, but it was a good deal less than we had feared stepping in there and knowing our hunger for choice hamon.
We then went down to Kaasland, also on Haarlemmerstraat, were we got some aged Gouda (18 months and six years IWRC) and some Parmesan. We went across the street to the wineshop right across from Pablow and got a nice bottle of Spanish and Italian red, and bottle of Hendrick’s Gin. Then of to drop off ham and cheese at apartment and then go to the cookiemaijn (Van Stapele koekmakerij), to get a case of those most awesome cookies in the whole world.
It was still quite early in the day, so we thought we would scoot on over to Utopia and hang a bit before we get the shrooms. At Utopia we grab a g of the AM Cream and a g of Grape Ape, meet Mike (one of Gapie’s friends as it turns out), sit for minute inside and then convince him to join us outside at the table / bench there. Mike grumbles a bit that it was too windy out to roll, but joined us anyway. Not long into our rolling a fatty with some previous purchase a whirlwind flies past us and in the door to Utopia, Mike comments “there goes Stan”, we look around, and woosh there Gapie is back again outside saying hi.
Mike is still struggling with either a grinder or some other stuff like that, nowhere nearer rolling a joint than he was inside, when we blaze up the fatty (mind you Mike was busy inside, Mrs. CC started outside) and pass it around. It quickly gets some stares from Mike who says that it is one of the best looking joints he has ever seen. We finish this and roll up another fatty which Mrs. CC puts a little more work into, while Gapie also rolls up a joint. When the missus is finished Mike is no longer in doubt, those fatties Mrs. CC rolls are the prettiest and most perfect joints he has seen rolled and he later gets deep into hatching a business scheme that involved a shop where you could buy top draw weed and then have it hand rolled, the top of the line would of course be rolled by Mrs. CC.
At this time Mike had managed to get as far as a few failed attempts at his craftsmanship and we were starting the rolling on number three, while Gapie’s joint is being passed around. We were halfway into the third joint when Mike gave up, moved inside for a few minutes and came back with a finished joint. Needless to say he was the victim of a good deal of friendly taunting from both Gapie and us.
After more smokey smokey smokey as Stan would put it, we go to MM gallery for shrooms, 4 bags of 2,3 g Mexicans pocketed along with a small glass pipe and we were off again.
More supplies at AH, then past The Spirit for the 5 g deal on the Super Polm and a g of their top hash, which we remember to be called King Hassan, but that might be wrong, plus a couple of lattes to go with the smoke. The top hash was the one we had asked for the first time there, but had been talked off by the BT who pointed us to the Super Polm as greater value. Really enjoying the Super Polm we were still curious about their top pick (as the Super Polm was so nice). While we agree with the bt that the Super Polm is better value, especially at the 5 g deal, the top one was a really fine smoke that was worth the 12 € they asked for it and almost rivaled the Massawa Royal in classic Moroccan goodness. It was darker than the Royal (as well as the Super Polm off course) and heavier on the earthy and piney notes IWRC, but super smooth and creamy. Went just perfectly with the good latte the friendly bt made for us, real espresso based lattes here also, no machine fuckery.
We go home to smoke, relax and get ready for some shrooming. Quite quickly DLN came over.
We sat around smoking, dabbing and vaping a bit, DLN was a champ and had previously brought not only his rosin tech gear and nail, but also a Volcano for some good times with the baggies.
After a while, DLN’s girlfriend got off from work and the promise of jamon a good wine was enough to lure her over to join us.
The jamon and cheese was excellent and we sat around chatting and getting a little more acquainted with our new friends as the herbs, wine, hash, cheese and jamon were taking a beating. As it was getting a little into the late afternoon and we wanted to begin our trip while the day wasn’t gone Mrs. CC started eating a dose of the shrooms as Mr. CC was finishing up some more of the jamon. She had about three quarters of a pack, maybe a little less than that and Mr. C munched down what was left of that pack and another full pack.
No more than maybe 15 minutes pass before we felt the first effects, the familiar tingling in the body, microscopic disturbances in your peripheral vision and a slight wave of euphoria, the effects are clearly noticeable for the both of us before 20 minutes has past.
We have been steadily talking DLN into shrooming up with us, pocking him randomly most of the time since he arrived, and seeing us getting into it tips him over the edge and he is off on the bike in hunt for some shrooms to join us.
While he was out we hung around with his GF and felt the shrooms blast off. They were some real potent little puppies: relatively heavy distortion of colors (with everything taking on a red-ish hue, mixed with yellow and deep purple in the edges), CEV’s and heightened senses were some of the almost immediate effects. They were also quite euphoria inducing and slightly energizing to the head, while giving a nice mellow strectchy feeling in the body.
Just as Mr. CC passed by the door telephone, it went off, and as it had a very insistent and LOUD wail of a buzzer it, again, scared the living shiz out of him. Luckily it didn’t kick the shrooms in a bad direction and DLN joined us shaking his head laughing a bit to himself.
It had taken longer than anticipated for him to get the shrooms because he had to go two places to look for them. He first went to the MMG at Single were we got ours, walked in and asked for shrooms in Dutch. This turned out to be a mistake as DLN laughingly told us afterwards. He overheard the two people working there talking to each other in Dutch, saying something like “doesn’t he know not to ask in Dutch” and such things, where upon they told him that they didn’t sell shrooms, only truffles. Well, back on your bike son, try again!
The Smartshop on Warmoesstraat (next to HSB?) was luckily a different story as reportedly zero fucks were given here and they just had the shrooms laying out on the table. DLN was recommended some Ecuadorians, grabbed them and flew back direction Prinsensstraat on his bike.
It gets a little blurry, but IWRC DLN was sharing his funny story as Mr. CC decided to re-dose on the shrooms. At this time he was having slight to medium OEV’s and generally having a good time, but wasn’t completely where he wanted to be and thought that he might as well re-up before it was too late (it doesn’t make sense re-dosing on shrooms after two to three hours, the window closes pretty fast). Just after he finished eating some two thirds of a pack more the first dose, which seemed to have plateaued rather nicely for a good quarter of an hour before that, came on a lot stronger and Mr. CC commented to the group that “this might become very interesting” as he had just upped the dose quite a bit and the first one apparently wasn’t done climbing.
DLN’s shrooms came on quite quicy as well and within a short half an hour the three of us were on the express train to trippywhippy land. These puppies were seriously powerful and all three of us were soon tripping balls with mad ass visuals (CEV’s, OEV’s) and funky euphoric effects. The Mexicans we had were the most intense on the visuals we have ever had, but without being very ”trippy” in the introverted, weirdly contemplative way some shrooms tend to be. Very social, upliftingly trippy and mad heavy on the visuals.
It was a great night and an awesome, heavy trip that lasted surprisingly long, those shrooms just kept coming back with wave after wave of trippy visuals. A couple of hours in and after the most intense peak DLN got the idea that we should do a dab. Up till this point we had stuck to joints and vape bags as the trip was really intense for all of us and smoking joints and hitting the Volc vape was enough to send us bouncing around with kaleidoscopic visuals and big laughs.
Watching DLN torch the nail and do the dab was fascinating for Mr. CC, the intense flame and the bubbling rosin beautifully enhanced by the still kicking shrooms. Doing a dab of his own was spectacular at this stage, the (to shroomy ears) loud roar of the torch, the sight of the jet-like blue flame licking the nail, the bubbling of the rosin as it quickly evaporates was like a tornado of impressions all adding to the wonderful effects of the shrooms. The effects of the dab were so instantaneous that it literally hit and just kept climbing while the rosin was still bubbling off the nail, giving the shroom trip a big ass kick in the butt and bringing it right back to the peak level.
We were thoroughly blitzed by this point and sometime after midnight DLN’s GF, who hadn’t been tripping with us but just sticking to the smoke, said her good nights and went off for bed, being quite tired after a hard work week followed by a night of trippywhippy people.
We hung around, still very trippy for the next few hours, having a great time and having some of the weird and wonderful conversations trippy people are wont to have, looking out into the street and off course smoking and vaping a good deal.
At some time during the evening the Dutch guy living in the apartment across the street half a floor up from us (because of the wonderful way the houses of Mokum are built this will make sense to a lot of you) came home in the company of another guy and a girl. They were quite obviously blasted out of their skulls on something besides the drinks they were still having, DLN and the GF speculated that they might be tripping in the K-hole from the way they were acting. Whatever it was they were the perfect example of our little saying “there is always someone more fucked than you just around the corner in Amsterdam”.
At one point the girl was standing on a table or something like that a meter or so from the open window dancing as she fell over. She fell directly towards the open Amsterdam style window that was more than wide and big enough for her to go flying straight down three stories to land head first on the pavement. Had it not been for good fortune, her head / face and the lower edge of the window she would have been gone for sure, and we would have had a nightmarish conclusion to our trip having witnessed that first hand. Luckily, it wasn’t to end that way and CRACK her face /head slammed into the hard wood frame of the window, almost folding her head back to touch her butt and she came crashing down to the floor, still inside the apartment. The Dutch guy who apparently owned the place was sitting in the window at this point shirtless and with a blanket or sheet over him and as she slammed into the window he flew up, butt-naked doing an involuntary helicopter and jumping to her aid. You know what they say: shit happens when you party naked…
We sat up until some early hour the next morning (party still going strong opposite us) before DLN hopped on the bike home, MRs. CC crashed and Mr. CC sat around smoking a few more before finally crashing some time between six and seven in the morning.
At this point the party opposite had finally moved to the curtained off upstairs (to what appeared to be the bedroom), after having been quite freaky in the completely open and visible living room for a good many hours…
We had a blast of a trip, thanks to DLN for coming along, that was a great evening and night dude!
). We bought a g of the Tbliza and some other block, think it was the AK OG Kush block but might be wrong. 
