Amsterdam Round 1

The Dutch are very interesting people, always putting in a smart ass comment when they can, but I guess when even the average mcdonalds worker speaks four languages this is only appropriate.  My favorite comment came from the ticket man at the railway station responding with ‘sorry, can you say it in Dutch please’ when I asked whether he can speak English in Dutch. shitting himself laughing by the time i realised what was going on. I love the Dutch, their chocolate milk is to die for and there is something very attractive about girls on old school bikes.  

When I first went into Amsterdam I thought all coffee shops would be the same, full of young kids smoking up which is partly true but they vary massively. Similar to pubs, you have your low end shops full of English men who I don’t even understand to that where you would be happy to bring your parents. My first experience was somewhere in the middle. A shop with only a few people but very chilled. The guy at the counter after informing me ‘you give me money I give you weed’ when I asked him how it works explained to me the difference between the different types of weed. From diesel a mellow hi to haze C3 a super strong skunk that will knock out even your most seasoned smoker.  I once again settled in the middle with the menu mix, a mix of mellow weed with abit of giggle thrown in for good measure. Sitting down with my pre rolled joint i looked around. A black man, posh German girls and a group of British men one wearing a matching green track suit and poker style sunglasses. Typical of Amsterdam a weird mix of things, having weed and the red light district in the same city as famous museums and art, with old tourists and drug tourists in one big happy mixing pot all while people lived and worked.  A nice mellow hi and a toastie went down nicely. I can now say I understand baseball after becoming fixated on the tv for god knows how long.

Stepping out of the coffee shop and back into the light, I relised how hi I actually was, I could barely walk! I should have known though I couldn’t speak when I ordered my tea in the shop. I wondered the streets not at all dazed at the fact I had no idea where I was walking. Until I found myself looking at a 40+ prostitute pushing her tits together, continuing the next window was a reasonable looking eastern block girl who suggested we have a 3-some with the random standing next to me.  I stumbled across the red light district and it scared me a little. I figured I would save the sex show for a time with friends as doing alone would be a little creepy.

 After more wondering I once again found myself in another coffee shop, this time a homely feel where everyone was alone and reading a book. Getting stoned and trying to read a newspaper is more difficult than it sounds, the diesel went well very mellow. Sitting in the sun and reading stoned is a very relaxing way to spend an afternoon.