Eyes open, wide awake… well, not quite but more like rub eyes trying to prise the lids apart as the muscles are so relaxed they have gone on 24hr siesta. Roll my snakeskin-feel tongue back in and try to produce some saliva to help me as I munch through the remains of that KINGSIZE Snickers bar stuck to the pillow… Yummy, the warm Diet Coke that’s now flat coz the lid has been off all night really tastes good as it washes all that choccy down.
Its 9:45am we’re up, awake and preparing for more of yesterday’s fun, must admit to be a little edgy as last night was a few hours, today will be like 14-16 hours at it.
After a long walk without a proper CS map and me working from memory as I had not printed the ACD map (fool) we eventually found Pink Floyd CS. Having read that they did breakfasts and the menu was also top notch this seemed to me to be worth the effort we made to get there.
An appetite had been worked up and it must have been just gone 11am when we were served our Floyds Breakfast. I read the food menu and chose this with an amount of concern as to how is would be…
Eggs, Bread, Croissant, Marmalade, Cheese, Salami, Ham, Lettuce, Cucumber and Tomatoes.
It was a listed and not anything like I’ve eaten for breakfast before. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with this breakfast it’s just that I’ve not eaten all of those foods at the same time before, particularly breakfast time.
Paul gave me his meat as he’s Jewish and does not do the pork thing so I’m now on double ham and pork… for breakfast.
Finishing off with the Croissant and Marmalade it all came together and after the orange juice I felt alive and ready to smoke.
I bought 1.2g of Dirty Jack Herrer and 1.4g of Mothers Finest. I returned to Paul’s raised eyebrows and smirky grin. “This one is for tonight” I said as I lifted the Mothers Finest.
We blasted into the Jack and headed out for a wander… As I passed the dealer who was now at the food/drink counter I patted him on the shoulder and told him “this is going to be very difficult”… he laughed and said, “what, walking?” I was just about holding myself upright as I shuffled out of the door, turning back to him was not an option I had, in fact I could not even answer him.
Paul was just like me and we just walked aimlessly for an hour or so. We had no direction and I’m sure we went round and round. We ended up going into The Doors CS to get a coffee to try and get a grip on everything. (Check the ACD map to see how far The Doors is from Pink Floyd).
We had a coffee and as Azlaker’s signature says “Take life by the horns and hold on”… I got out the Mothers Finest. Now, I thought that this was a good move, we had a day ahead of us and my attitude was that as I was there and I had a bag of top quality bud I might as well try some now.
I wish I had stuck to my plan of smoking the Indica in the evening or when back at the Hotel because this turned out to be a big mistake for me… I hit a massive pipe full of Mothers Finest and as soon as I put the pipe down Paul said “we off then?” It was not my ideal choice of CS as was not on my list, we just went in. I gulped back my coffee and out we went. I have no idea what time it was or even what day it was. I have no idea what route we took but we went back to the Hotel as we were both totally destroyed. My left arm went all off-peak and I was so adiment that my arm was dropping off at the elbow I had to roll my sleeve up and fully inspect my arm from all angles, even my reflection in a shop window. It just felt like it was hanging and about to fall off. For this reason I put my hand in my pocket. I got totally freaked by this and really started to panic, I told Paul and he just pissed himself laughing at me which really didn’t work for me. The arm sensation faded and as it did, the absolutely overwhelming euphoria that followed the panic was one of the warmest mellowest, highest stoned feelings I’ve ever had. I’m still off my face and my whole life feels like a massive jigsaw puzzle, I just have no idea where all the pieces go… It was so serious; I could not even find the corners. I’m baffled as to how all the people that live in A’dam manage to get anything done, how does the city function when they all feel like this. Paul had to remind me that WE are tourists and as smokers, we are a very small minority… I was messy.
We crashed onto our beds back at the hotel, I hit the MF again and the next ting I know I was suggesting to Paul that as it was now 7:30pm we should get up and back out for the evening. I have no idea but I seem to recall us getting to the Hotel around 2.45pm
Day 2 (Morning) purchases 1.2g Dirty Jack Herrer & 1.4g Mothers Finest – both from Pink Floyd and €10 each
I was not happy to have wasted so much time in bed, in the Hotel and during the DAY! We did a 5 hour session, had a break and now had another session ahead of us… looking forward to getting back on the street
Day 2 evening to follow (RDL/Dinner/More Weed)
Rez
It is Sunday after all.
If i can go into as much detail with my report ill be happy. but i will probably end up crashing out in the afternoon as well. 
