After waking and getting ourselves together we head off into the night. It’s just before 8pm and I have no idea what’s in store for us as we have no defined objective. The only 3 things I wanted from this evening were:
1: Smoke
2: RLD
3: Dinner
4: More smoke
OK, OK, that’s 4 things but I only counted the smoke once… We find ourselves very near the Greenhouse CS (which is where I had my 1st smoke on my 1st visit). We took the wise move and went into the Greenhouse. We had a nice coffee accompanied by a pipe of Mothers Finest mixed with the Dirty Jack Herrer
Knowing how the MF had kicked my ass earlier I new I had to stay strong. I’m a big geezer and I don’t wanna be beat by a diddy lickle bud!
After the 1st wave of giggling and looking at the wall trying to think of something NOT funny in an unsuccessful attempt to stop laughing has eased off, we agree to have a wander round the RLD.
As Zip posted (?), it’s just an oddity to see such a variety/selection of women ready, willing and bloody-well able to show any one of the thousands of people passing by a good time. Fat, Thin, Black, White, Yellow, Blonde Brunette you name it. It’s like a huge box of chocolates, you like a few different types and ultimately you have a special favourite. But sadly there is always a coffee cream in the box somewhere… sorry if it’s you that likes the coffee creams.
I find myself looking at these women like I’m window shopping. Now, I don’t think I would have the balls to go in to one, not in full view of every body (and there’s the coming out after to consider as well)… But I had a good look and we had a good giggle at the ugly girls and went all childish when we walked past the good looking ones. We’ve seen enough to justify a munch hunt!
Strolling with no direction we walk down “china-town” we could not decide between noodles, noodles or noodles so we had a pizza in the 1st Italian restaurant we found.
A wonderful hand made Pepperoni pizza really made me feel good, washed down with a nice cold diet coke I was ready to burn some bud…
We were down to the last scraps of the White Dolphin and the Dirty Jack Herrer but we still had a bit of the Mothers Finest left (this was a 1.4g/10€ purchase). We had to make a purchase and having both really liked the NYC Diesel from De Dampkring we agreed to head there to check something out… I got an idea cooking up… Incidentally, I had decided before the trip to sample as many strains as possible and as my last purchase I would get another gram or half gram the one I liked best.
We went into a banged out Dampkring and went straight to the dealer. The question, which was perfectly executed through a smoke filled, 80’s electro funk background tracked and a cheesy, “you know the Diesel is good” smirk was; “We came last night and had an amazing time on the Diesel and wanted to know if you had anything as good, or better?”
The short white (best description I could think of) guy said he thought we should try the Mako Haze. At this point the tall, black (now, you know I am not racist, this too is accurately the best description of the two dealers) guy went behind the counter, looked at my “I’m completed wasted, can you fuck me up any more?” face and chuckled to himself as he reached out and told me to smell the Mako…. I looked to my left and exhaled… puff, I looked back and rammed my hooter deep into his little Tupperware box – the one he used to take his sandwiches to school in but has now found a better use for it - and inhaled a beautiful sweet inviting aroma… inviting me to buy her, she seduced my nasal senses far better that any of the RDL women did with their visual persuasions. There is a time and a place for pussy, I got pussy at home, this was “tokin’ time”. So, we bought 1g/9€ of Mako Haze. Now to bring this recipe up to the boil, we need a table, a seat would do… somewhere to load up and toke, anywhere… the corner, on the right as you are leaving, right over in the corner is the tiniest corner table there is… just enough to load up/skin up and put your drinks on, perfect.
Funny because I was so ready for this smoke I blazed it, big time… I’m in A’dam, I’m actually living the 44 hour trip that I had planned and paid for. Let’s party man, fuck the consequences.
I don’t know how long later but we’re just nodding our heads to the music, taking it all in as we stand in the corner chilling our stoned asses. Sweet… my nodding head felt like I had really long hair which was standing on end… I was buzzing, not just my head, my whole body was like a massive static electricity pylon. If you came any closer than about a foot (300mm in metric) you would get an electric shock from my static force field… whooo fucking hhoooo I’m like a super hero, I’m Mako-Man !
The woman sat at the bar turns to Paul and say something, not in English, not in Dutch I don’t think… She was talking Bollocks I believe. Paul just smiled and looked away; he had no idea what she said either. I don’t think she knew… she was singing her head off, her eyes were all fucked up and she just kept on smiling and gazing into thin air. She started singing real loud, standing up now and shouting, fucking this and that…
She pulled out her gear and attempted to skin up. She could barely stand and when she went to get some roach the tall black dealer spotted her and threw her out, well, he asked her to leave which she did. She muttered the classic line as she stumbled past me; “I didn’t wanna come into this shit hole anyway”…that bit I understood… maybe I was coming round??
We enjoyed the Mako Haze so we hit it again and with a massive head high on we strolled to the nearest food bar (bread/pastry things) for a munch on the way back to the Hotel
We sat chatting for a while whilst trying to find something to watch on the TV. I think it was shortly after 3am that we put the TV on the radio channel and drifted off to la la land for a good night’s sleep. Paul put the TV on 30 minutes timer… I never heard it go off… mellowed to excess.
Day 2 (Evening) purchases 1g Mako Haze €9
Day 3 (last day) to follow – We got a CS map and hit Amnesia, Homegrown Fantasy, Noon and two Rockerij’s
Rez
I never bore of my first lap on every trip (same goes for for the last lap come to that!)