Evening folken.
I'm shattered. When I crash tonight I'll sleep for a
day at least.
Had a great time, never did meet up with Big Jessie though.
No worrys, I met four new freinds and refreshed an old
aquaintance instead. Nice girls, very clean.
I didn't get back until around noon today. I should have
took off at 8:00pm last night.
Poet seems to have kept you all well informed of the
main spread of events.
Right, lets try and get events straight.
Thursday -
Up at 2:45am, taxi at 4:00am, airport 5:00am, Amsterdam
CS 10:00am, Pink Floyd coffee shop smoking a nice joint
of Umma Gumma10:15am.
Couldn't get a locker at CS, so stuck with case. Went
to meet Poet for 11:30am but De Huil was shut. A sign
on the door said not open until 1:00pm. I went over to
the Winston and had a coffee, Jameson and a nice spliff
of Dirty Jack. Went over to De Kuil at 12:30pm and it
was open. Poet was sat at a table working on his first
joint.
Poet gave me some Nevil's Haze to try. I was took by
surprise. Bushy and HD arrived and we all smoked up a
lot more before going to check in at the hotel. Bushy
and HD were staying at the up market Krasnapolsky (spelling).
We met up again outside and headed over to Dampkring to
meet up with Candice of Quintesential Tips. On the way
we dropped into Grey Area and got chatting to Big Budha.
We met Candice in Dampkring and all had a good chat and
smoke. Candice was staying at the Hemp Hotel, but it was
her first time in Amsterdam (either that or a very
long time since she had been) and didn't know her
way about and how to get back there. We hopped on a tram
and I nipped into the Hemp Hotel with Candice to partake
a glass of Mari Mayan's Absinthe Abscenta with Merl who
was working the bar. His girlfreind (now wife)
was there too. Had a nice little chat and everything was
very cool.
Friday -
Poet was up early, I slpt in another hour and had a
shower. Assuming Poet to be about town scoring I wasted
no time leaving him a note to meet up at De Kuil at 1:00pm
and went over to Pink Floyd for breakfast. Dutch Maggie
was serving and made me an omlette specially. Very good
too. Got talking to an Irish lad over breakfast, Robbie.
As we chatted HD went past. He had been all over town
on the way back from the hospital after paying his bill
from November when he broke his foot during the Cups.
The Highlife Festival itself was a real anti-climax.
Nothing special, new, or unusual to comment on. Bong,
seed, and grow stuff mainly. I did get talking to the
Chez guy who had come up with a new Hemp beer and had
a sample of the wares. Not bad, clean tasting, but only
4%.
Bumped into Big Budha again over at the Cannabis College
stand. Soma was there, so was Luc of Paradise Seeds, and
Mila from the Pollinator Co. Feeling drained we stopped
for a smoke and took in one of the reggae artists. We
named him the 'jiggy man' because thats the only word
we could understand in his lyrics. I came up with better
lyrics while I was stood there and cracked up HD and Poet
with them.
Candice went past looking for Bushy. Unknown to us he
hadn't arrived yet because a meeting elsewhere had over
run. We ambled around a bit more and found Bushy. We left
him there and made arrangements that he should meet us
over at De Kuil where we were heading. After he joined
us we went over to the Argentinian Steakhouse close to
Dampkring. Stuffed on a rack of ribs I ordered an Irish
coffee in Stan Laural mode;-
"I'll have an Irish Coffee, .........................................................
without the cream."
Bushy, HD, and Poet fell about the place fit to bust
laughing so hard. Then the buggers faked doing a runner
on me while I was in the bog. We went over to Dampkring
for a after dinner smoke before going on to the Blue Bird,
and finally the bar at the Winston. We were all like cardboard
cut outs we were so immaculately stoned.
Got accosted by Kerry a lively blonde strumpet who got
all freindly while she tried on my leather, and left me
her phone number.
HD and Bushy staggered back to their hotel, Poet went
up to bed, I took a breath of air, went to bed, then went
back to the Winston and the room I shared with Poet.
Saturday -
Up late and we missed Bushy and HD. Met up with fellow
THC Minister David and his son Jack Saturday morning.
Had a smoke up at Greenhouse Centrum. The place hasn't
changed, we split. David and Jack went over to the Highlife
Expo and me and Poet went over to the Cannabis College.
Poet was after sticking one of the plants up his coat
and legging it.
Had a good ole natter with DJ Short and the other folks
there and were recomended to try some Ice-o-later hash
that had been specially cured for the last 12 months,
only availible from coffee shop Nes.
Nipped back to the Winston for a shower while Poet was
on EDIT Forums.
Poet, Hotel Winston,
on EDIT, Viper's Cider and Lighter On The Right.
Then we went to meet Boobs and his freind Comatose Ken
who ended up face down on the table. David joined us.
While scoring some lovely Nepalese I spoke to the big
man with the beard about 'Brand
420'.
Went for a bite to eat, back to De Kuil for a smoke and
a Jameson and a coffee and we were suppose to meet Boobs
again, but he didn't show. Poet shot off reasonably early
a little after 11:00pm. Me and David went over to Greenhouse
again, didn't stay. David shot off for the last train
back to his hotel at midnight. I met up with Kinky Kate
looking for Big Jessie, but on my way back through the
lights I saw a crowd outside one of the windows. There
must have been around twenty or so tourists gathered about
gawking.
Well, you get curious don't you ........
So I took a look see, as you do; - Dutch 5ft 6in, mid
twenties, petite, shapely, firm, no false bits, no bleach
blonde streaks but naturally light next to blonde and
putting on a window tease show for the gawkers only a
dead man wouldn't be touched by.
They all started cheering and clapping as I went up the
steps, and that's how I met Fiona. A part time student
doing this occasionally to pay bills and for fun for the
last three years.
I nearly lost the use of my legs. Our hair was frizzed
up and tangled. We were dripping with sweat and she had
to re-apply her make up which had run away with the sweat.
"Oh, look what you do.",
she said in a semi pissed off voice that trailed into
amusement. The entire glass show window had turned opaque
behind the curtain with the steam of our sweat. I left
her wiping it down.
I got back to the Winston and the fucking bar was shut,
but they did let me take a couple of ciders up to bed.
Couldn't wake Poet up. He was stoned unconscious snoring
his bollocks off mashed out on that Ice-o-later hash.
Sunday -
We checked out and and went over to Pink Floyd. Poet
had a last smoke. I wasn't really with it. My nocturnal
exersions had somewhat drained me. Walked up to CS with
Poet and sorted out my return train ticket in advance.
Went back to Floyd for breakfast. Saw Irish Robbie again,
and slipped into De Kuil again for a coffee and a Jameson,
and did the same over at the Winston as I picked up my
case. Going through my pockets I found what was left of
Viper's little helpers and finished the last one at the
bar.
Viper's Helpers
I headed to the airport and thats where things started
to go wrong. I got there and had a swift berer at the
bar to hide the smell of the weed on my breath. I checked
in and had another coffee and Jameson. I got on the plane
ready for a 8:00pm take off. I fell asleep and was aware
of the plane moving. There was a bump which I assumed
was touch down and I woke up thinking we must be back.
No.
Please get off the plane, it's broke. Flight cancelled.
We'll put you in a hotel tonight. We didn't get there
until after midnight. No food laid on, no shops close,
no coffee shop, no hookers. I was livid. I was far too
close to straight. We had to fight to keep the bar open.
I smoked a couple of Nepalese joints right there in the
four star hotel bar while raging to fellow passengers.
I collared the guy on the night desk, and got him to drive
me to a petrol station to get something to eat.
I woke up in my room unable to breath due to central
heating overkill three hours later and threw up in the
sink several times. Back to the airport, fucking raw,
hung over like a bastard, and suffering alergic reaction
to some of the crisps I'd eaten. Coffee, a Cuban, and
some Jameson helped. Well at least I didn't throw up.
Finally hit the U.K. around noon.
Back From The 'Dam
Editor: The uneditted version with
lots more pics from Poet can be found in the Travel Adventures
section of Edit
Forums.
Forum posts editted and republished
by kind permission of Bushmaster at www.everyonedoesit.com
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