PRE-GAME... Dec 4
Chillin at the airport, waiting to depart! Our flights been pushed up about 40 minutes due to snow in the 'dam... We wanted snow, just let us get there first!
Our apartment is around the corner from Basjoe, so, needless to say, we're going NUTS!
Detailed report to follow and this time we have wifi in our apartment to keep my reviews timely.
More to come...
Hasjdreamer live: December 4-12
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HasjDreamer
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Hasjdreamer live: December 4-12
its bouquet sweet & pungent, its bite will roast
Looking forward to reading all about it HasjDreamer! Have great trip and safe journey!
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HasjDreamer
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Thanks gang... We arrived safe and sound albeit a little bit later than expected around 9:45 once we got off the plane.
Amazing to finally see some snow on the ground! It's not supposed to last so I'm trying to visually suck it all in and snap pics of the floating chunks of ice littering the canal.
For those who read my last travelogue, you might remember how sick my wife was upon arrival. Well, looks like we got ourselves a repeat performance... The medication she takes has a mighty toll on the overnight flights and she spent the entire post landing in the airplane toilet! I manage to drag her off the plane but she's hitting every ladies room along the way
We call our greeter to let her know that we're here and start looking for our free taxi to the room (courtesy of Loving Amsterdam apartments). Yeah
easier said than done since no meeting location was ever picked! A couple of calls to our greeter and with the assistance of a friendly cab driver and within a half hour or so my wife stumbles into him on one of her many runs
to the porcelain god and we're whisked away to a waiting Mercedes mini
van to take us to our apartment.
Ok, I've been a WEE bit cynical lately about the new road the Dutch have been on and when I spotted our driver a rather prim and proper looking
Dutch gentleman I thought jeez, am I gonna get some Wilders fan who's
gonna give me shit? Well, it couldn't have been further from the truth!
Our ride to the apartment was, shall I say, delightful? He showed us the old Ajax stadium and we talked about broodjes, cafe loetje and US and Dutch similarities. I even got his blessing of "I like you"! Of course my
wife was various shades of green and not enjoying the ride nearly as much as me as she pleaded with her swollen eyed "get me to the apartment before I DIE!
. Surprisingly the topic of conversation quickly changes to the govts desire to require membership in coffeshops. "It's a bad idea" our driver blurts out, "It's working so well, why change it back?" and the discussion begins on how great the coffeshops set up is! "it should be sold in supermarkets" he exclaimed... I love this guy! We tip him well and book a return to the airport for next Sunday.
Our greeter arrives minutes later and we're brought upstairs to our new abode... Stunning! Three huge windows overlook a two canal intersection with basjoes virtually in sight! She's super nice and shows me all the apartment workings and politely ignores my vomiting wife closed in the bathroom! DVD player with a bunch of cool disks including halloween and, get this, a stereo with stocked Floyd, Zeppelin and Stones bootleg discs! My LORD!
The wife hits the couch and I head for the streets... It's stone time! I pass by a closed basjoe and keep walking towards Nieuwmarkt. Stop numero uno: Hill St Blues on the Market!
Busier than I expect, I wait a couple of minutes in line and am warmly greeted by a young British chick who agrees with my first pick:
Himalaya Gold at 2.1 grams for 20 euro
They had single grams for eleven but it looked too good for only the one! Light brown all over like a Maroc without the crust. It is sooooooo soft and squishy but not cakey and a little bit goes a long way. I grab a cappuccino and take a seat in the back unfortunately getting used to flying solo on my first morning in the dam. The hasj? Killer! Stoney, creepy, it left me rather baked and dizzy off a small spliff. It tastes great, almost like a very high quality Lebanese but with a quality black hasj stone and burns magnificently!
I head back to check on my poor woman in the apartment and she takes small tokes off a freshly rolled spliff sighing her first positive moan of the
day and settles back on the couch for a snooze!
It's 2pm now and I'm finishing the spliff while my wife sleeps off the flight and meds. More t o come... Lots more!
-HD
Amazing to finally see some snow on the ground! It's not supposed to last so I'm trying to visually suck it all in and snap pics of the floating chunks of ice littering the canal.
For those who read my last travelogue, you might remember how sick my wife was upon arrival. Well, looks like we got ourselves a repeat performance... The medication she takes has a mighty toll on the overnight flights and she spent the entire post landing in the airplane toilet! I manage to drag her off the plane but she's hitting every ladies room along the way
We call our greeter to let her know that we're here and start looking for our free taxi to the room (courtesy of Loving Amsterdam apartments). Yeah
easier said than done since no meeting location was ever picked! A couple of calls to our greeter and with the assistance of a friendly cab driver and within a half hour or so my wife stumbles into him on one of her many runs
to the porcelain god and we're whisked away to a waiting Mercedes mini
van to take us to our apartment.
Ok, I've been a WEE bit cynical lately about the new road the Dutch have been on and when I spotted our driver a rather prim and proper looking
Dutch gentleman I thought jeez, am I gonna get some Wilders fan who's
gonna give me shit? Well, it couldn't have been further from the truth!
Our ride to the apartment was, shall I say, delightful? He showed us the old Ajax stadium and we talked about broodjes, cafe loetje and US and Dutch similarities. I even got his blessing of "I like you"! Of course my
wife was various shades of green and not enjoying the ride nearly as much as me as she pleaded with her swollen eyed "get me to the apartment before I DIE!
. Surprisingly the topic of conversation quickly changes to the govts desire to require membership in coffeshops. "It's a bad idea" our driver blurts out, "It's working so well, why change it back?" and the discussion begins on how great the coffeshops set up is! "it should be sold in supermarkets" he exclaimed... I love this guy! We tip him well and book a return to the airport for next Sunday.Our greeter arrives minutes later and we're brought upstairs to our new abode... Stunning! Three huge windows overlook a two canal intersection with basjoes virtually in sight! She's super nice and shows me all the apartment workings and politely ignores my vomiting wife closed in the bathroom! DVD player with a bunch of cool disks including halloween and, get this, a stereo with stocked Floyd, Zeppelin and Stones bootleg discs! My LORD!
The wife hits the couch and I head for the streets... It's stone time! I pass by a closed basjoe and keep walking towards Nieuwmarkt. Stop numero uno: Hill St Blues on the Market!
Busier than I expect, I wait a couple of minutes in line and am warmly greeted by a young British chick who agrees with my first pick:
Himalaya Gold at 2.1 grams for 20 euro
They had single grams for eleven but it looked too good for only the one! Light brown all over like a Maroc without the crust. It is sooooooo soft and squishy but not cakey and a little bit goes a long way. I grab a cappuccino and take a seat in the back unfortunately getting used to flying solo on my first morning in the dam. The hasj? Killer! Stoney, creepy, it left me rather baked and dizzy off a small spliff. It tastes great, almost like a very high quality Lebanese but with a quality black hasj stone and burns magnificently!
I head back to check on my poor woman in the apartment and she takes small tokes off a freshly rolled spliff sighing her first positive moan of the
day and settles back on the couch for a snooze!
It's 2pm now and I'm finishing the spliff while my wife sleeps off the flight and meds. More t o come... Lots more!
-HD
its bouquet sweet & pungent, its bite will roast
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HasjDreamer
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Thanks for the kind words, my beloved is up and showering right on schedule (around 6 ish) but her nap did give me the chance to grab a quick falafel where I asked my first political question of the trip to the middle eastern proprietor... So how is Amsterdam now with the change in political climate? He smiled, said he's been here for 25 years and that "the Netherlands is a great country, very free... Besides, I'm Egyptian"
Ok, not sure how to take that response!
I wander back towards the apartment stopping for water and some promised bud for the wife. I'm dying to go to greenplace but opt instead for the infamous Basjoe's. James is behind the counter and is his usual relaxed charismatic self and when I ask about the Bas special he directs me instead to the rather pricey OG Kush at 15 euro a gram. Yeah, the prices here have seemed to jump a bit with the special at 12 and other menu items similarly priced but we're here to holiday and bud and hasj pricing is will not deter!
The smell of the buds was intoxicating... Deep, rich and fruity; pure indica!
Small buds, tight and bright green despite the orange hue in the photos to come (still figuring out the flash) and a real nice taste that matched the smell and a head stone that had me mellow but not tired.
The cappuccino wasn't that great, big but weak and thin. Hill street has much better cafe!
Hoping to head out soon, the wife is maybe 80% back to norm so we're fixing to head out now.
Quick note, our room has a museum of fine arts Boston print in the living room!
Ok, not sure how to take that response!
I wander back towards the apartment stopping for water and some promised bud for the wife. I'm dying to go to greenplace but opt instead for the infamous Basjoe's. James is behind the counter and is his usual relaxed charismatic self and when I ask about the Bas special he directs me instead to the rather pricey OG Kush at 15 euro a gram. Yeah, the prices here have seemed to jump a bit with the special at 12 and other menu items similarly priced but we're here to holiday and bud and hasj pricing is will not deter!
The smell of the buds was intoxicating... Deep, rich and fruity; pure indica!
Small buds, tight and bright green despite the orange hue in the photos to come (still figuring out the flash) and a real nice taste that matched the smell and a head stone that had me mellow but not tired.
The cappuccino wasn't that great, big but weak and thin. Hill street has much better cafe!
Hoping to head out soon, the wife is maybe 80% back to norm so we're fixing to head out now.
Quick note, our room has a museum of fine arts Boston print in the living room!
its bouquet sweet & pungent, its bite will roast
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HasjDreamer
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Thanks again for the support... Looks like after a rocky start she's back i n business!
So we leave around 7 for her first time out of the apartment. Now it's an awesome place but I'm ready to explore, you know? And since I was none too fond of the Basjoe coffee we stop next door at Bagheera, our first time in there in, what 12 trips? Pleasant ass surprise! We're greeted by who appears to be the owner and a rather perky and helpful young budtendress who directs us to a fresh from the grower Silver Haze at 12 e/g. When she cracked the container I was like ho-lee-shit! Big, bad, gorgeous buds that screamed out to be smoked and damned if I wasn't up for the task! We grab a pineapple looza for me and my wife's first coffee of the day. Saving the silver for later I roll some himalaya but after a toke or two my better half is not looking too good. She abandons the cafe and unfortunately she's back in the apartment hurling violently in no time - not good...
I finish the spliff at "home" and decide, maybe she needs some food, I know I do! So I play pizza delivery man and run around the corner to the first touristy pizza joint I can find... Man I love all the Italian restaurant pizza places - just not that California pizza shit! I find an open ristorante just around the corner from goa coffeeshop and they gladly hook me up with one tasty pizza, two huge containers of fresh tomato soup, a bag of fresh rolls and, get this, a wrapped blob of seasoned Dutch butter. All wrapped up tidy for take away! Mmm mmm...
I quaff but the gal, not so much... And she still can't hold what little soup she has down. It's beginning to look more like a bit of food poisoning from her veggie burrito at Logan airport.
I load her up with bottled water and let her sleep and she let's me head out for my last cs visit of the night and to bring back some morning bud. Anxious for another hasj experience I stop by rusland down the straat...
Alright, time to turn in... I'll catch up in the morning.
Thanks for reading and thanks for your concern. I'm happy to report my wife ate leftover pizza and is feeling great!
Wait till you hear about the hasj I had...
So we leave around 7 for her first time out of the apartment. Now it's an awesome place but I'm ready to explore, you know? And since I was none too fond of the Basjoe coffee we stop next door at Bagheera, our first time in there in, what 12 trips? Pleasant ass surprise! We're greeted by who appears to be the owner and a rather perky and helpful young budtendress who directs us to a fresh from the grower Silver Haze at 12 e/g. When she cracked the container I was like ho-lee-shit! Big, bad, gorgeous buds that screamed out to be smoked and damned if I wasn't up for the task! We grab a pineapple looza for me and my wife's first coffee of the day. Saving the silver for later I roll some himalaya but after a toke or two my better half is not looking too good. She abandons the cafe and unfortunately she's back in the apartment hurling violently in no time - not good...
I finish the spliff at "home" and decide, maybe she needs some food, I know I do! So I play pizza delivery man and run around the corner to the first touristy pizza joint I can find... Man I love all the Italian restaurant pizza places - just not that California pizza shit! I find an open ristorante just around the corner from goa coffeeshop and they gladly hook me up with one tasty pizza, two huge containers of fresh tomato soup, a bag of fresh rolls and, get this, a wrapped blob of seasoned Dutch butter. All wrapped up tidy for take away! Mmm mmm...
I quaff but the gal, not so much... And she still can't hold what little soup she has down. It's beginning to look more like a bit of food poisoning from her veggie burrito at Logan airport.
I load her up with bottled water and let her sleep and she let's me head out for my last cs visit of the night and to bring back some morning bud. Anxious for another hasj experience I stop by rusland down the straat...
Alright, time to turn in... I'll catch up in the morning.
Thanks for reading and thanks for your concern. I'm happy to report my wife ate leftover pizza and is feeling great!
Wait till you hear about the hasj I had...
its bouquet sweet & pungent, its bite will roast
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docgonzo42
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I am new to the site but Ive been going to Amsterdam since 2000.Ill be going on my 5th trip this February Reading a trip report transports me to places that I miss and long for .Its always so long between trips .I go every other year on Odd years.Im Odd that way. It sucks so bad to be sick on a trip so I feel and send good thoughts her way.Looking forward to the next posting and appreciate you letting me live vicariously for a time.
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