MONDAY .
At this point can i apologize for not resizing some of the above images. I know what a pain it is to be scrolling horizontally through shit.
My bad

My last view of the night before... i love this city..........
Woke up quietly and stretched out along the window area and smoked a slo j of the remnants of sheebas weed.Watched the suitcased-up folks going to and from central.
Wish i’d been close enough to see the differences in body language, facial expressions and , well , you know.
‘Walking down Damrak’ is a unique walking style, sort of like ‘winning lottery/beneficiary of worlds biggest dong transplant’ walk......but with yer birds suitcase.
Birthday girl awoke to be greeted by a card, BB j, and a bottle of champagne.We passed on the champagne and after the hotel brekkie, we repeated yesterdays morning schedule.
We’d been trying to get a few bits from a shop on Rozengracht and again, like yesterday, the place was shut so off back to Paradox for that ice hash.
The decorator was still silently scraping and filling the wall as we went in.
Got the same seat and blazed away the next hour with great coffee and good conversation with the same budman.
One of the nicest blokes you could meet in Dam, we’ll be making this a regular stop next week.Back to the hotel next via AH for two hours of strawbs and champagne, spliffs, munchies, vapes etc.
After laughing in the face of the whitey monster, we scraped ourselves up, giggling, and set off to do “something touristy”So we chipped down to Heineken for an experience.

I’ll be sensible here and admit we weren’t in the best frame of mind to enjoy the tour.Fits of giggles, low attention span and all that. He he he.
This was compounded by 10 young irish lads being the only other visitors arriving when we did. It felt like the staff thought we were their teachers, waitng for us all to arrive before beginning their spiel.
Perhaps we didn’t look as monged as we felt, result!Blitzed through the tour, and wandered off to media where we made friends with the cat.
Like this place, can’t remember what we bought, thinking white widow, maybe...Think we stopped off somewhere else around de pijp and...aaargh this has gone to mush.
Only vague memories of getting back and showering for the night ahead.Back into the cold air for about 9pm and off we went to Bluebird
MALANA CREAM , ?g 25e
My girl got a nice lil nug of haze, mako?, and we ended up chatting to the long haired younger guy (fernando?) about cracked lips/blistex, lighters and other odd stuff.
Always had the crack with this fella since we were over in 2006, he’s sound in my book, although he seems to have a bad rep with others, or is that the older fella? Found him ok too..
Malana cream was ok, not as good as the GH jungly cream imo, although a bit cheaper.
Decided on a slow walk back via Green Place based on forum popularity, place was dead when we arrived.Sat looking out the window and skinned a couple.
TRAINWRECK 2g
Love that taste, and a nice strong stone, but it was the right smoke in the wrong place .TGP may well be a top spot, the weed was bang on, but it felt like a morgue that night.
Dealer was slumped over the bar, eyes glued to the telly, and who can blame him.Twas the end of a long , cold Monday night. Looking forward to going back on a weekend.
Maybe next Sunday?.. Hmmm. Sounds like a plan.
We spent the rest of the night in the room, rads on full blast. Drinking , smoking..

Watching the city tuck itself in with a big hot water bottle....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY. xxx