Weeded Bliss: Hit The North's Honeymoon
Posted: Mon 4th Aug 2025 09:53 pm
DAY 1
We got married on the Friday. It was a great day surrounded by family and friends, the sun came out, happiness flowed.
But boy are we ready for a break.
We spend the Saturday sorting last bits, changing Euros etc before getting an early night ready for the early morning journey.
The alarm goes off at 2am and I'm straight for the coffee machine before grabbing a shower. Text off the taxi man, just check that, oh theres another one, from Easyjet...
They've cancelled our flight 3 hours before take off.
What the fuck Easyjet? I fire the Mac up and check my account, they've offered two alternative flights from Manchester with KLM. Whatever. I try to book them. No dice. I check later flights - none. I check Leeds Bradford - no flights. I check Liverpool - no flights. In sheer desperation I check Birmingham and there a flight at 14.35, there's about 8 seats left. I book it. My stepdad kindly offers to take us to the airport. We gat there about 4 hours before the flight and have a long and boring wait but at least we are getting there.
Up. Down. Train. Centraal.
We sat upstairs on the train, bit of a novelty for us Brits.
First stop is Siberie which has become a firm favourite of ours. On the tenders advice I take some Versace €28.40 for 1.6g
And I'm glad I did! Lovely bit of bud, smoked great, white ash, got me stoned a treat.
We chill here for a little while before heading out down Singel towards our digs. On the way we come across the weird blue light thing I saw a couple of years ago. During the daytime I can actually make out that it is indeed some kind of art installation. There's been more stuff added too, a matchbox man and some monitors. Cool.
We rock up to the hotel on Wetteringschans. It's OK. Quick freshen up and we head to Leidseplein for something to eat. Went to a gaff called Lavash and got a burger which was just the ticket really. Mrs HTN had ribs which I helped her finish. Then I set her a challenge.
"Right Love, this is your 3rd time here now and it's about time you broke your duck and bought some weed. So, you go in Rookies there, buy some bud and order some drinks and I'll do a dash to Get Down and Terps 2 and meet you there"
So I head off to Get Down first and got a g of White Fire OG at €14
And then Terps 2 for a gram each of Zheetos and Kosher Kush at €30 and €15 respectively.
Before hooking up with Mrs HTN in Rookies where she has bought Early Lemon Berry (Mrs HTN is a sucker for lemon strains)
We sit and chill in the window seat, the music is good. I skin up the Zheetos which is a high quality smoke, it's just that flavour profile is not for me.
All of a sudden it gets real busy in here and we feel it's time to move on.
Outside on the street Mrs HTN's shoelace has come undone and so I bend down to tie it for her. At this point along comes an Amsterdam Crazy. He's walking along with a carrier bag, shouting at nothing until spies me in the midst of my act of chivalry. He ceases his ranting for a moment to tell me what a gentleman I am, before yabbering some incoherent nonsense. He then tries to reward me, he rummages in his bag - which seems to contain mostly empty beer cans - and pulls out a bottle of wine which he brandishes at me. Now, I don't want to appear ungrateful but there was no way on Bod's green earth that I was about to accept random alcoholic beverages off a guy who moments before had been lambasting the heavens in the maddest city on the planet. I shoot him my best and biggest toothy grin, "No thank you dear boy, I don't drink. Delightful to meet you though". And we're off, leaving him somewhat confused at the concept of someone who doesn't drink. We walk up the street and moments late hear his raving and wailing start up again behind us.
We head up Prinzengracht to Utrechtstraat and Hunters Bar (I lied to that Crazy - I do drink sometimes), but not before nipping in the coffeeshop next door for some Gelonade. The terrace is full, and pretty rowdy, so we head inside. The Gelonade is nasty, it's a struggle to smoke and I curse myself for getting more than a gram. There's a dutch couple having a nice, quiet night on one side of us. On the other there's some Brits one-upping each other. Two lads are arguing over some hash one has bought. "It's Fresh Frozen" one says, "It's Static" claims the other. This continues for some time.
As we leave I decide to give the rest of the Gelonade to the quiet couple, the girl was very pleased and that made me happy.
We walk back to the hotel via Reguliersgracht and smoke the WiFi OG which was much better than the crappy Gelonade. Back in the room we eat a box of chocolates in a stoned frenzy before lights out.
TBC...
We got married on the Friday. It was a great day surrounded by family and friends, the sun came out, happiness flowed.
But boy are we ready for a break.
We spend the Saturday sorting last bits, changing Euros etc before getting an early night ready for the early morning journey.
The alarm goes off at 2am and I'm straight for the coffee machine before grabbing a shower. Text off the taxi man, just check that, oh theres another one, from Easyjet...
They've cancelled our flight 3 hours before take off.
What the fuck Easyjet? I fire the Mac up and check my account, they've offered two alternative flights from Manchester with KLM. Whatever. I try to book them. No dice. I check later flights - none. I check Leeds Bradford - no flights. I check Liverpool - no flights. In sheer desperation I check Birmingham and there a flight at 14.35, there's about 8 seats left. I book it. My stepdad kindly offers to take us to the airport. We gat there about 4 hours before the flight and have a long and boring wait but at least we are getting there.
Up. Down. Train. Centraal.
We sat upstairs on the train, bit of a novelty for us Brits.
First stop is Siberie which has become a firm favourite of ours. On the tenders advice I take some Versace €28.40 for 1.6g
And I'm glad I did! Lovely bit of bud, smoked great, white ash, got me stoned a treat.
We chill here for a little while before heading out down Singel towards our digs. On the way we come across the weird blue light thing I saw a couple of years ago. During the daytime I can actually make out that it is indeed some kind of art installation. There's been more stuff added too, a matchbox man and some monitors. Cool.
We rock up to the hotel on Wetteringschans. It's OK. Quick freshen up and we head to Leidseplein for something to eat. Went to a gaff called Lavash and got a burger which was just the ticket really. Mrs HTN had ribs which I helped her finish. Then I set her a challenge.
"Right Love, this is your 3rd time here now and it's about time you broke your duck and bought some weed. So, you go in Rookies there, buy some bud and order some drinks and I'll do a dash to Get Down and Terps 2 and meet you there"
So I head off to Get Down first and got a g of White Fire OG at €14
And then Terps 2 for a gram each of Zheetos and Kosher Kush at €30 and €15 respectively.
Before hooking up with Mrs HTN in Rookies where she has bought Early Lemon Berry (Mrs HTN is a sucker for lemon strains)
We sit and chill in the window seat, the music is good. I skin up the Zheetos which is a high quality smoke, it's just that flavour profile is not for me.
All of a sudden it gets real busy in here and we feel it's time to move on.
Outside on the street Mrs HTN's shoelace has come undone and so I bend down to tie it for her. At this point along comes an Amsterdam Crazy. He's walking along with a carrier bag, shouting at nothing until spies me in the midst of my act of chivalry. He ceases his ranting for a moment to tell me what a gentleman I am, before yabbering some incoherent nonsense. He then tries to reward me, he rummages in his bag - which seems to contain mostly empty beer cans - and pulls out a bottle of wine which he brandishes at me. Now, I don't want to appear ungrateful but there was no way on Bod's green earth that I was about to accept random alcoholic beverages off a guy who moments before had been lambasting the heavens in the maddest city on the planet. I shoot him my best and biggest toothy grin, "No thank you dear boy, I don't drink. Delightful to meet you though". And we're off, leaving him somewhat confused at the concept of someone who doesn't drink. We walk up the street and moments late hear his raving and wailing start up again behind us.
We head up Prinzengracht to Utrechtstraat and Hunters Bar (I lied to that Crazy - I do drink sometimes), but not before nipping in the coffeeshop next door for some Gelonade. The terrace is full, and pretty rowdy, so we head inside. The Gelonade is nasty, it's a struggle to smoke and I curse myself for getting more than a gram. There's a dutch couple having a nice, quiet night on one side of us. On the other there's some Brits one-upping each other. Two lads are arguing over some hash one has bought. "It's Fresh Frozen" one says, "It's Static" claims the other. This continues for some time.
As we leave I decide to give the rest of the Gelonade to the quiet couple, the girl was very pleased and that made me happy.
We walk back to the hotel via Reguliersgracht and smoke the WiFi OG which was much better than the crappy Gelonade. Back in the room we eat a box of chocolates in a stoned frenzy before lights out.
TBC...