31 days and counting....
31 days and counting....
Until my wife and I are in Amsterdam!!! I cant wait!!
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god, amsterdam, that just brought back a really really hazy story I think you guys will like.
My dad imigrated from denmark when we was 17 and has family all over there. We were lucky enough to get to go back 2 times and meet his family. Once I was 12, my brother 16 and the next time I was 19 and he was 23. The second time they suprised us and said that we were landing in paris and spending 2 days together, and then they had purchased a eurorail pass for 2 weeks when we needed to meet them in copenhagen for the last 6 days of the trip. My brother and I quickly planned our trip to barcelona for a few days in a hostel, then off to amsterdam and then london to copenhagen. The way the trip ended up we arrived in amsterdam at 11:30 pm and was worried that we would not be able to find a hostel. As we got off the train we were approached by a girl speaking english that asked the typicial "need accomodations?" We said sure and then we were off.
She took us on a maze through the buzy streets even late at night and before we knew it, we were at the hostel. This was the biggest shithole I had ever stayed in, even after 2 yrs in the dorms. It was a houseboat on the canal with a single room with 5 army bunk-bed cots but what the hell it was $15 a night...... She explained the rules, asked if there were any questions, and took our money. I don't think we had been in the room for 5 mins but my brother felt open enoug to ask where to get pot? She said that she could help us out there as well and sold us a small dime bag of the stickiest shit I have ever seen. We were about to break it open and roll one up when she said she already had one ready and if we wanted to take a walk she would be happy to share! So there we are, now in the city for a grand total of 30 mins, walking down the sidewalk smoking a big old fatty J. We were suprised to taste tobacco in it but that is common there so don't be.
I have no idea how long we walked around... I suspect it was 5 mins but of course it felt like hours. We found ourselfs infront of a bar/grill and strangly enough were hungry. As soon as I got in there I was paranoid as HELL! Of course being americans fresh off the train we stuck out, and after our loooooong walk I just felt like everyone was staring at us, all I could do was stare at the candle.
Again I have no idea how much time had passed but my brother noticed my paranoia and started to give me shit about it. I couldn't help it as I realized that I had NO fukin idea how to get back to our house boat, what it looked like or really what country we were in(GOOD SHIT!) and it got worse. My brother finally quit when I asked him if he had any idea which way was "home" I could see him thinking. Then it occured to me that damn near everything we had was back there and that there was nothing to keep them from just untying the boat and suddenly he was paranoid too. We paid our tab as we had a few by then and went off in the direction we thought was home.
I have no idea how we got back that night. The next morning when we could see the boat lit up we realized that it was 2X as bad as we ever thought. We grabbed our shit and went back to the train station and found another place. IT was $25 a night but we had our own room and still shared a bathroom but it was a building. Cool place as the first room on the 2nd story was the lounge. They had papers, pipes, bongs and a few other things I still am not sure of right next to the stove and coffee pot. It was amazing to see the girl cook our eggs and roll a J one-handed(no shit) as when they roll them they look like a malboro.
I'll tell ya about day two tomorrow and finish it up with the "we gotta smoke it all!" day. What I can remember but a great city all around.
My dad imigrated from denmark when we was 17 and has family all over there. We were lucky enough to get to go back 2 times and meet his family. Once I was 12, my brother 16 and the next time I was 19 and he was 23. The second time they suprised us and said that we were landing in paris and spending 2 days together, and then they had purchased a eurorail pass for 2 weeks when we needed to meet them in copenhagen for the last 6 days of the trip. My brother and I quickly planned our trip to barcelona for a few days in a hostel, then off to amsterdam and then london to copenhagen. The way the trip ended up we arrived in amsterdam at 11:30 pm and was worried that we would not be able to find a hostel. As we got off the train we were approached by a girl speaking english that asked the typicial "need accomodations?" We said sure and then we were off.
She took us on a maze through the buzy streets even late at night and before we knew it, we were at the hostel. This was the biggest shithole I had ever stayed in, even after 2 yrs in the dorms. It was a houseboat on the canal with a single room with 5 army bunk-bed cots but what the hell it was $15 a night...... She explained the rules, asked if there were any questions, and took our money. I don't think we had been in the room for 5 mins but my brother felt open enoug to ask where to get pot? She said that she could help us out there as well and sold us a small dime bag of the stickiest shit I have ever seen. We were about to break it open and roll one up when she said she already had one ready and if we wanted to take a walk she would be happy to share! So there we are, now in the city for a grand total of 30 mins, walking down the sidewalk smoking a big old fatty J. We were suprised to taste tobacco in it but that is common there so don't be.
I have no idea how long we walked around... I suspect it was 5 mins but of course it felt like hours. We found ourselfs infront of a bar/grill and strangly enough were hungry. As soon as I got in there I was paranoid as HELL! Of course being americans fresh off the train we stuck out, and after our loooooong walk I just felt like everyone was staring at us, all I could do was stare at the candle.
Again I have no idea how much time had passed but my brother noticed my paranoia and started to give me shit about it. I couldn't help it as I realized that I had NO fukin idea how to get back to our house boat, what it looked like or really what country we were in(GOOD SHIT!) and it got worse. My brother finally quit when I asked him if he had any idea which way was "home" I could see him thinking. Then it occured to me that damn near everything we had was back there and that there was nothing to keep them from just untying the boat and suddenly he was paranoid too. We paid our tab as we had a few by then and went off in the direction we thought was home.
I have no idea how we got back that night. The next morning when we could see the boat lit up we realized that it was 2X as bad as we ever thought. We grabbed our shit and went back to the train station and found another place. IT was $25 a night but we had our own room and still shared a bathroom but it was a building. Cool place as the first room on the 2nd story was the lounge. They had papers, pipes, bongs and a few other things I still am not sure of right next to the stove and coffee pot. It was amazing to see the girl cook our eggs and roll a J one-handed(no shit) as when they roll them they look like a malboro.
I'll tell ya about day two tomorrow and finish it up with the "we gotta smoke it all!" day. What I can remember but a great city all around.
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Hell, if you were Canadian, she would have given you the whole bag of wacky, took you home, fed you and then taken you back for free beak with the hooker of your choice....... .....ttocs wrote: As soon as I got in there I was paranoid as HELL! Of course being americans fresh off the train we stuck out,
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I might have to test that theory...HoseHead wrote:Hell, if you were Canadian, she would have given you the whole bag of wacky, took you home, fed you and then taken you back for free beak with the hooker of your choice....... .....ttocs wrote: As soon as I got in there I was paranoid as HELL! Of course being americans fresh off the train we stuck out,
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day 2 of amsterdamn, what I can remember. As I said we were treated to show with our breakfast as the girl runnin the hostel cooked us eggs while rollin a J one handed.... When she was done with it we had to admire it as it looked 10x better then anything we could have rolled with 2 hands and our feet, I mean both of us at the same time to make one J.
We went out and saw some of the sites. The heiniken brewery, ann frank museum and some catherdrals my brother was into. We eventually made it back to the hostel to relax a bit and found a small group in the loung watchin tv. We laughed our asses off as when we walked in the theme for different strokes came up on the tv" WELL THE WORLD DON'T MOVE, TO THE BEAT OF JUST ONE DRUM". This was 1995 so needless to say we had not heard it for a while but what better to sit back and enjoy a J with? After that we again laughed as sivler spoons came on immediatly after, could it get any better?
I forgot to tell you how hard the weed was to work with there as it was sticky as shit. After breaking it up I had it basically stuck to both sides of my hand, I considered just licking my palms but figured my brother would not be big that idea. We got through it somehow.
another great thing I forot about day 2(among many other things) was the canal boats. We were sitting there and I noticed that there was a canal tour boat parked infront our our hotel and again my paranioa got me as I noticed they were all lookin at me(I was right infront of the window) and taking pictures. When I asked the other guys sitting there they didn't believe me until they went over and looked, about that time one of the girls there said that they were lookin at the place next door. The house next to use was officially the slimmest building in amsterdam. It was built between two houses and the front of it was only one door wide, with three stories above it. She then said that they would be back almost every hour. The next thing we knew all 4 of us were hangin out the window and waving at the boat and I was amazed to see a boat full of 40 -50 tourists all smile and wave back. We did that for every tour that we saw that afternoon and they all waved back. I can only imagine the pics the tourists got of that 2nd story window, smoke billowing out of it with 4 red-eyed yankees hangin out waving.
Silver spoons was followed up with fantasy island "DEE PLANE, DEE PLANE" followed by a roar of laughter. We took off when love boat came on as the amsterdam arsenal were playing in the italian cup final that night.
Hope you enjoy these as much as I do remember them. I just remembered another good story about the watching the game at the pub that night, I will save that for tomorrow.
We went out and saw some of the sites. The heiniken brewery, ann frank museum and some catherdrals my brother was into. We eventually made it back to the hostel to relax a bit and found a small group in the loung watchin tv. We laughed our asses off as when we walked in the theme for different strokes came up on the tv" WELL THE WORLD DON'T MOVE, TO THE BEAT OF JUST ONE DRUM". This was 1995 so needless to say we had not heard it for a while but what better to sit back and enjoy a J with? After that we again laughed as sivler spoons came on immediatly after, could it get any better?
I forgot to tell you how hard the weed was to work with there as it was sticky as shit. After breaking it up I had it basically stuck to both sides of my hand, I considered just licking my palms but figured my brother would not be big that idea. We got through it somehow.
another great thing I forot about day 2(among many other things) was the canal boats. We were sitting there and I noticed that there was a canal tour boat parked infront our our hotel and again my paranioa got me as I noticed they were all lookin at me(I was right infront of the window) and taking pictures. When I asked the other guys sitting there they didn't believe me until they went over and looked, about that time one of the girls there said that they were lookin at the place next door. The house next to use was officially the slimmest building in amsterdam. It was built between two houses and the front of it was only one door wide, with three stories above it. She then said that they would be back almost every hour. The next thing we knew all 4 of us were hangin out the window and waving at the boat and I was amazed to see a boat full of 40 -50 tourists all smile and wave back. We did that for every tour that we saw that afternoon and they all waved back. I can only imagine the pics the tourists got of that 2nd story window, smoke billowing out of it with 4 red-eyed yankees hangin out waving.
Silver spoons was followed up with fantasy island "DEE PLANE, DEE PLANE" followed by a roar of laughter. We took off when love boat came on as the amsterdam arsenal were playing in the italian cup final that night.
Hope you enjoy these as much as I do remember them. I just remembered another good story about the watching the game at the pub that night, I will save that for tomorrow.
So after a long afternoon laughin at the tube and our shoes, socks, toes, and alot of tourists in boats we headed out for the pub. The city was absolutly alive as the local favorite soccer team, the arsenal were playing in the italian cup finals. We got out late and had a hard time finding a place that had seat anywhere, stanging room only. We eventually were belly up at the bar talking to some canadians that flew in to see a freind and for tulip season. Their friend spoke a few languages so he was almost constantly translating for us. The game didn't go well and the arsenal were loosing by 2 goals I think. The electric/festive feeling from before really started to end as the last few minutes came and and the bar went silent. As the reg blew the closing whistle, the owner/bartender started screaming. He rembled on for a while and then picked up a large glass mug full of beer and threw it across the bar at the brick wall. Beer foam and glass went everywhere and we looked at our translator to explain. He did translated it into what I am is a much shortened version of,"They are closing now". We were quick to pay our tab and get the hell out but my brother had to piss. I told him I would meet him outside and went to check out the hookers across the street 
with my new friends.
My brother had just got out the door and was starting to tell us about the argument he was overhearing while in the bathroom that of course he understood nothing about other then someone was pissed! It was about that time the we saw the bartender/owner literally throw a guy out the front door a good 8 ft as he was not a small guy. He must have been holding the dude by his belt and back of the kneck as when I saw the guy he was in a full-on superman pose with his feet off the ground. We again looked at our translator to see if he knew what happened but all he could say what that the guy now laying in the street had lost......
I will continue tomorrow with "We gotta smoke it all day!"
with my new friends. My brother had just got out the door and was starting to tell us about the argument he was overhearing while in the bathroom that of course he understood nothing about other then someone was pissed! It was about that time the we saw the bartender/owner literally throw a guy out the front door a good 8 ft as he was not a small guy. He must have been holding the dude by his belt and back of the kneck as when I saw the guy he was in a full-on superman pose with his feet off the ground. We again looked at our translator to see if he knew what happened but all he could say what that the guy now laying in the street had lost......
I will continue tomorrow with "We gotta smoke it all day!"
we had planned on spending 3 days in amsterdam and this was our day we were leaving. We liked to take night trains as they were less crowded and we could sleep on the train and save the hostel charge. IT was also fun to just wake up and wonder what country you are in. We had out train ticket for that night and when the hangover started to clear up we headed out. We were really tired from the night before and hit the last few tourist spots we wanted to see before heading back to the lounge to chill. We realized that the little dime-bag we bought that we needed to use it or leave it. IT was amazing that we had hardly made a dent in it. It was strong stuff that a didn't require much and everybody was always passing one to you anyway. I can't remember if it was during different strokes or silver spoons but I got the munchies and decided to hit the BK up the street. My brother was not hungry and didn't want to go so I went down and ate a whopper(royal with cheese) and on the way back I realized that I didn't take the key to the front door of the hostel, some how forgot it. It was not a big deal as knew that mike was still chilling in the 2nd story loft and of course the window was open for the canal boats. It still took 5-10 mins to get his attention. He later said that he was not sure if he was hearing something or not but I am fairly sure he was laughing his ass off at me screaming his name from the street below. When I told him I needed the key he dissappeared back in the window, and a second later I saw something fly out the window, well over my head, over the car parked on the road behind me and I heard it hit in the middle of the street. About the time I was trying to figure out if that was what I thought it was my brother again stuck his head out the window to announce ,"Hey Scott, we gotta smoke it all MAN".
This just reminded me of the fun we had at customs, another good one for tommorow.
This just reminded me of the fun we had at customs, another good one for tommorow.
we tried, and even with a two guys hittin a dime bag we couldn't smoke it all. We gave the little bit we had left to some friends in the hostel and once again with a hang-over headed out to the train station. We were heading to london where after another 4 day stay our trip was over and we were heading back to the states.
My brother at the time was fresh out of college and looked the part of a pot-smoking student from his long hair to his tinted lennon-style eyeglasses that he wore everywhere, even inside. It was no wonder that everytime we went throug customs that they paid special attention to him and anyone they found out that he was traveling with, which was mainly me.... When we arrived in london we walked straight into the customs area and found two lines. I told him to get in the other line as I was tired of getting searched. He thought I was joking until I finally walked over to the other line. We had the slowest race to the front I had ever seen half a step at time and go figure he got up there half a step ahead of me. After answering all the usual questions she stamped my passport and I walked through. I could see mine was already getting the usual, royal treatment from a 2nd customs officer and I kinda smirked as I was thinking I could stroll right by. I was about 3 ft behind him when I heard the officer in his british accent say to him,"So your traveling wiff yer bovva here? You two don't mind if we take a little closer look do you?"
At this time I am suprised that they didn't taze us or something as all I could say was "THANKS ASSHOLE".... and we were off into our brotherly nagging and the guy didn't know what do say. Either way he walked us back behind some blinds and then preceded to dig really, really thourughly through our shit. My brother is an artist, so I will never forget the look of the custom guy sniffing his paints, pencils and pens. They then moved onto his jacket. My parents found it for him just before the trip and got it because it had 19 different pockets on it. By the end of a 3 week trip, through 4 countries he had a pocket that he had thrown all his spare change that he either had not exchanged or wanted to keep for some reason. The officer must have not noticed the 12 lb pocket that made all the noise, but everone in the area did when he dumped it out on the floor. Again I am suprised he didn't taze me when I laughed and had to hold back like hell from pointing....
you guys can stop me anytime.
My brother at the time was fresh out of college and looked the part of a pot-smoking student from his long hair to his tinted lennon-style eyeglasses that he wore everywhere, even inside. It was no wonder that everytime we went throug customs that they paid special attention to him and anyone they found out that he was traveling with, which was mainly me.... When we arrived in london we walked straight into the customs area and found two lines. I told him to get in the other line as I was tired of getting searched. He thought I was joking until I finally walked over to the other line. We had the slowest race to the front I had ever seen half a step at time and go figure he got up there half a step ahead of me. After answering all the usual questions she stamped my passport and I walked through. I could see mine was already getting the usual, royal treatment from a 2nd customs officer and I kinda smirked as I was thinking I could stroll right by. I was about 3 ft behind him when I heard the officer in his british accent say to him,"So your traveling wiff yer bovva here? You two don't mind if we take a little closer look do you?"
At this time I am suprised that they didn't taze us or something as all I could say was "THANKS ASSHOLE".... and we were off into our brotherly nagging and the guy didn't know what do say. Either way he walked us back behind some blinds and then preceded to dig really, really thourughly through our shit. My brother is an artist, so I will never forget the look of the custom guy sniffing his paints, pencils and pens. They then moved onto his jacket. My parents found it for him just before the trip and got it because it had 19 different pockets on it. By the end of a 3 week trip, through 4 countries he had a pocket that he had thrown all his spare change that he either had not exchanged or wanted to keep for some reason. The officer must have not noticed the 12 lb pocket that made all the noise, but everone in the area did when he dumped it out on the floor. Again I am suprised he didn't taze me when I laughed and had to hold back like hell from pointing....
you guys can stop me anytime.
just want you all to know that it is 8 days away and I am so excited I could piss out my nose right now.
Already got tickets to see Feyenoord Rotterdam play a match while we are there.
Anyone got suggestions on coffee shops to check out? My friend suggested Anyday since it is close to the hotel. He also said that prices are 10-20% cheaper in Rotterdam since its not as touristy.
Already got tickets to see Feyenoord Rotterdam play a match while we are there.
Anyone got suggestions on coffee shops to check out? My friend suggested Anyday since it is close to the hotel. He also said that prices are 10-20% cheaper in Rotterdam since its not as touristy.
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I like Barney's, because they have smoker friendly restaurants that serve delicious food. It's usually right across the street from the weed shop. Go there, pick up some smokey smokey, then head across the street and enjoy your meal with a fat joint. Wake'n'bake with their crepes is the ONLY way to start the day. 
I wouldn't recommend any of the shops on the main tourist streets. All the good ones like Dampkring, Barneys, Grey Area, etc. are just one or two streets further out.
For gods sake though, rent a bike! It's the best way to get around there. All the traffic is centered around bikes there. Not cars, not trams, not pedestrians.
I wouldn't recommend any of the shops on the main tourist streets. All the good ones like Dampkring, Barneys, Grey Area, etc. are just one or two streets further out.
For gods sake though, rent a bike! It's the best way to get around there. All the traffic is centered around bikes there. Not cars, not trams, not pedestrians.
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I hate u.................................................................................... 
Those tender little burgers with them little, itty-bitty grilled onions that just explode in ya mouth like flavor crystals every time you bite into one.. just makes me want to burn this muthafuka down.... Come on, Pookie, let's burn this muthafuka down!!!
Shit it cant get here soon enough. I really need this vacation now. I was having such a great night last night at the craps table. I walked out of the casino $5100 richer than I was before......but then me and my buddy got robbed at a gas station on the way home. %*#(@#$%($#)$@*!
That was going to pay off a credit card, buy me some new rims, and provide some extra spending money for my trip.
What a bad day. If only I was already in Amsterdam puffing a fat J of some great stuff that would make life a little better....
But at least I am still alive.
That was going to pay off a credit card, buy me some new rims, and provide some extra spending money for my trip.
What a bad day. If only I was already in Amsterdam puffing a fat J of some great stuff that would make life a little better....
But at least I am still alive.
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No fukin way!!!! You got robbed... 
How did that go down?
How did that go down?Those tender little burgers with them little, itty-bitty grilled onions that just explode in ya mouth like flavor crystals every time you bite into one.. just makes me want to burn this muthafuka down.... Come on, Pookie, let's burn this muthafuka down!!!
we stopped at a gas station this morning right off the interstate on the way back home. It was a little after 3am. Went in and grabbed some coffee and a honeybun to keep me going for the 45 min ride home.
Came out of the gas station and a guy walked up to my buddy and asked if he had a light by that time he had a pistol pulled in my buddys face. He grabbed his wallet and then climbed in the back seat of the tahoe. He got my wallet too. He made me open the glove box to see if there was anything he wanted and then the center console. He dug through the console and found our envelopes. I had $5100 and my buddy had about $8400. We didnt have our cash out slips and since neither of us cashed out at $10000 or more we didnt have any tax forms to fill out. So we had no proof that we won the money legitimately.
And lets just face it, if me and my black friend called the cops and told them we were robbed for over $13000 in Mississippi they would have thought we were trying to buy drugs.
What a fucking day....
Came out of the gas station and a guy walked up to my buddy and asked if he had a light by that time he had a pistol pulled in my buddys face. He grabbed his wallet and then climbed in the back seat of the tahoe. He got my wallet too. He made me open the glove box to see if there was anything he wanted and then the center console. He dug through the console and found our envelopes. I had $5100 and my buddy had about $8400. We didnt have our cash out slips and since neither of us cashed out at $10000 or more we didnt have any tax forms to fill out. So we had no proof that we won the money legitimately.
And lets just face it, if me and my black friend called the cops and told them we were robbed for over $13000 in Mississippi they would have thought we were trying to buy drugs.
What a fucking day....
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So can I just say that Amsterdam was absoultely fucking amazing!!!!!!
I think we walked 100 miles the last 8 days. The weather sucked....it rained every single say we were there but it wasnt bad downpour. Just a steady drizzle.
Still getting my ass kicked by jet lag though. Will give you guys a rundown on my trip later if you want and will hopefully upload pics tonight and post a link to them soon.
I think we walked 100 miles the last 8 days. The weather sucked....it rained every single say we were there but it wasnt bad downpour. Just a steady drizzle.
Still getting my ass kicked by jet lag though. Will give you guys a rundown on my trip later if you want and will hopefully upload pics tonight and post a link to them soon.
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