Halloween Week (long)
Halloween Week (long)
Well, I finally have a little time to relate a few observations and experiences from my recent visit at the end of October.
I stayed at one of the Amsterdam Escape apartments –“suite�. It was pretty nicely equipped, including pipes, papers and a small amount of weed to get started. The jukebox was very cool, and the shower was one of the best that I have had in Amsterdam. The kitchen was shared space, but nicely equipped, including a computer with a “virtual concierge� page. A washer and dryer are nice – but as usual with me, I find European appliances inscrutable. I push buttons and turn dials until something happens, but I had a pair of pants held hostage for about three hours before I could get the damn thing to stop, and get the door open. Brendan was very service oriented and friendly, and the location, facing a canal near Nieuwmarkt, was superb – very convenient, close to the Metro, yet quiet at night. However, the smell of disinfectant was a bit overpowering – I had to buy a pillow because it felt like I was sleeping with my head in a Lysol bottle. Also, the sound of a mouse chewing in the wall all night was a bit distracting. Almost caught the little booger one evening, but he got away. Perhaps a housecat is in order.
The weather was great for this time of year; the best I have experienced. Upper 50’s F every day, and only a light drizzle once. Perhaps Amsterdammers should organize in favor of global warming (I know – rising sea levels will not be fun when it is already a place reclaimed from the sea).
The weed selection was pretty good – something that has not always been the case right before the CC. Although still not wonderfully cured, most of the bud I got was decently dried, or maybe a bit overdried – I did not get any soggy weed this time. My favorites all came from Grey Area, which is a bit of a surprise for me, because I have previously thought them a bit overrated. I liked the Buddha Cheese, the Silverberry and the Chocolope. Worst weed I had was the NY Diesel from Bluebird – just had a harsh crappy taste. Enemy from Bluebird was just OK. Also disappointing was Barney’s Sweet Tooth. I posted elsewhere about the new Barney’s Uptown. Clean, but a bit sterile feeling. Service still blows, but breakfast, booze and the ability to smoke all pretty cool. If anything, their food seemed slightly less inedible than usual. Amnesia Sour Diesel and Amnesia Haze were OK, but not spectacular. De Kuil was really empty – the booze ban in the Coffeeshops seems to have hurt them more than anyone. Their super silver was pretty good – probably the next best weed outside Grey Area. Homegrown Fantasy’s oddly named Garden Lamp or something was above average as well. Notable for Indica lovers was Siberie’s Lavender – nice right before an afternoon nap.
Walking on the Dam, an impressive crowd gathered a couple days in a row, with numerous police vans blocking the entire area off. I asked a cop what was happening, and with typical Dutch directness he replied, “Squatters have taken over a building, and now we will get them out.� Fascinating technique, with a huge crane raising a large shipping container up to a third floor window, and then the sounds of breaking glass and chainsaws as the cops cut their way into a front window. I guess charging up one of the steep Dutch “laddercases� to evict someone is probably unwise. I was also impressed with the variety of splattered colors of dried paint on the cops’ shields and uniforms. One gets the impression that the cops expect to get bombarded – so they wear their “painting clothes� for such tasks. As I mentioned, this spectacle was repeated the following day. I sat near the tourboats, smoked, had some Vlaamse Frites and watched for a bit of extended time. Free entertainment, if not conventional.
Didn’t do too much fine dining. Maoz Felafel was good, as were the brown bread Uitsmijters at Café Stevens. Had quite a few beers at a variety of pubs, but don’t really recall any details (!). I had the experience twice of the bar’s clientele breaking into Dutch songs, to which everyone seemed to know all the words but me. Hadn’t experienced this phenomenon before; I have no idea whether this is commonplace or a special occasion. I tried to watch some American Football at the Sports bar in Leidesplein, but after no waitress service in 45 minutes, I bagged it. Witnessed some kind of scene at one of the Bars facing the National Monument in Dam Square between some Asian customers and a waiter screaming at them. The undoubtedly horsemeat based bitterballen were their usual deep fried junk food excellence. The hideous monument appears to be under construction yet again (related to the new Metro?) It was surrounded by a plywood fence that was immensely more attractive than the monument itself.
High points of the trip undoubtedly involved meeting other Channelites. Visited TAK’s rock shop booth in Noordmarkt. It is very cool – certainly outclasses the competitor gem/mineral stalls. I did not witness TAK wheelbarrowing two tons of igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic materials down the canal from the Asoka, but it must keep him in shape – he has no stairs to deal with, so I guesss this makes up. Bought a nice fossilized mammoth tooth that he informs me is dredged form the North Sea, which I guess was prime mammoth grazing grounds 15,0000 years ago or so. (I had no problem with it in customs, although TAK tells an amusing tale of being forced to report to the Department of Agriculture with a load of mammoth teeth once – do the feds worry about introducing a pathogen that would devastate the domestic mammoth industry?)
Nice Channelite get-together at Siberie. TAK, Holly, Sly Crayon, Bear (is there more than one on the Channels?) Its my Magical Life, Mile High Denver and his lady friend were all there. We waved to UKBL and others on the webcam , albeit a bit tardily. I have to say MHD’s home grown was superior to all the commercially available strains I noted above. I asked about his curing technique – he clearly does it right. We had a nice discussion, even venturing into some politics without any bloodshed.
The very best day had to be spent on Bear’s boat. It is a thing of beauty – low enough to clear the bridges, but impressively large with an enclosed cabin and galley, plenty of places to sit inside and outside, a wonderful wood interior, and dual piloting areas – inside and out. Not sure how long it is, but it was evidently built as a pleasure craft for canal cruising in the 1920’s. Getting from the cabin to the outside deck involves a walkway about 3 inches wide – one does need to hang on for dear life to the various rails while making the move. It’s My Magical Life professed to being quite stoned, and being worried about ending up in the drink making the move. Bear has an amazing store of knowledge about a variety of sights along the way – sure beat the heck out of any tour I have been on. We cruised all the way down to the Het Nieuw Meer, spending the entire afternoon, just soaking in the sights. Sitting outside, there is about two inches of clearance going under some bridges; Magical life was sitting facing backwards approaching one such bridge, and I fear he may have been decapitated had I not pointed out the upcoming head removal style span. We headed back to the marina in early evening, and took the Metro back into the City proper.
Not much else to say – the flight home was uneventful, except for a woman seated in front of me who must have weighed 500 pounds. She was livid because she had purchased two seats (for obvious reasons), and KLM had put a standby passenger in one. The gate agent/flight attendant found another seat, so the poor soul was not smothered on the way back. I was a bit chagrined that when the customs forms were passed out and my obese fellow traveler was sleeping, the flight attendants immediately (and correctly) assumed she was an American.
Once again, thanks to TAK, Holly and Bear for their great hospitality, MHD for some great smoke, Sly Crayon for her enviable rolling skills and IMML for some great company. Looks like my passport is ready to expire, and this may well be the last stamp I get on it.
If this was too long – well then -- you should never have started reading it.
I stayed at one of the Amsterdam Escape apartments –“suite�. It was pretty nicely equipped, including pipes, papers and a small amount of weed to get started. The jukebox was very cool, and the shower was one of the best that I have had in Amsterdam. The kitchen was shared space, but nicely equipped, including a computer with a “virtual concierge� page. A washer and dryer are nice – but as usual with me, I find European appliances inscrutable. I push buttons and turn dials until something happens, but I had a pair of pants held hostage for about three hours before I could get the damn thing to stop, and get the door open. Brendan was very service oriented and friendly, and the location, facing a canal near Nieuwmarkt, was superb – very convenient, close to the Metro, yet quiet at night. However, the smell of disinfectant was a bit overpowering – I had to buy a pillow because it felt like I was sleeping with my head in a Lysol bottle. Also, the sound of a mouse chewing in the wall all night was a bit distracting. Almost caught the little booger one evening, but he got away. Perhaps a housecat is in order.
The weather was great for this time of year; the best I have experienced. Upper 50’s F every day, and only a light drizzle once. Perhaps Amsterdammers should organize in favor of global warming (I know – rising sea levels will not be fun when it is already a place reclaimed from the sea).
The weed selection was pretty good – something that has not always been the case right before the CC. Although still not wonderfully cured, most of the bud I got was decently dried, or maybe a bit overdried – I did not get any soggy weed this time. My favorites all came from Grey Area, which is a bit of a surprise for me, because I have previously thought them a bit overrated. I liked the Buddha Cheese, the Silverberry and the Chocolope. Worst weed I had was the NY Diesel from Bluebird – just had a harsh crappy taste. Enemy from Bluebird was just OK. Also disappointing was Barney’s Sweet Tooth. I posted elsewhere about the new Barney’s Uptown. Clean, but a bit sterile feeling. Service still blows, but breakfast, booze and the ability to smoke all pretty cool. If anything, their food seemed slightly less inedible than usual. Amnesia Sour Diesel and Amnesia Haze were OK, but not spectacular. De Kuil was really empty – the booze ban in the Coffeeshops seems to have hurt them more than anyone. Their super silver was pretty good – probably the next best weed outside Grey Area. Homegrown Fantasy’s oddly named Garden Lamp or something was above average as well. Notable for Indica lovers was Siberie’s Lavender – nice right before an afternoon nap.
Walking on the Dam, an impressive crowd gathered a couple days in a row, with numerous police vans blocking the entire area off. I asked a cop what was happening, and with typical Dutch directness he replied, “Squatters have taken over a building, and now we will get them out.� Fascinating technique, with a huge crane raising a large shipping container up to a third floor window, and then the sounds of breaking glass and chainsaws as the cops cut their way into a front window. I guess charging up one of the steep Dutch “laddercases� to evict someone is probably unwise. I was also impressed with the variety of splattered colors of dried paint on the cops’ shields and uniforms. One gets the impression that the cops expect to get bombarded – so they wear their “painting clothes� for such tasks. As I mentioned, this spectacle was repeated the following day. I sat near the tourboats, smoked, had some Vlaamse Frites and watched for a bit of extended time. Free entertainment, if not conventional.
Didn’t do too much fine dining. Maoz Felafel was good, as were the brown bread Uitsmijters at Café Stevens. Had quite a few beers at a variety of pubs, but don’t really recall any details (!). I had the experience twice of the bar’s clientele breaking into Dutch songs, to which everyone seemed to know all the words but me. Hadn’t experienced this phenomenon before; I have no idea whether this is commonplace or a special occasion. I tried to watch some American Football at the Sports bar in Leidesplein, but after no waitress service in 45 minutes, I bagged it. Witnessed some kind of scene at one of the Bars facing the National Monument in Dam Square between some Asian customers and a waiter screaming at them. The undoubtedly horsemeat based bitterballen were their usual deep fried junk food excellence. The hideous monument appears to be under construction yet again (related to the new Metro?) It was surrounded by a plywood fence that was immensely more attractive than the monument itself.
High points of the trip undoubtedly involved meeting other Channelites. Visited TAK’s rock shop booth in Noordmarkt. It is very cool – certainly outclasses the competitor gem/mineral stalls. I did not witness TAK wheelbarrowing two tons of igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic materials down the canal from the Asoka, but it must keep him in shape – he has no stairs to deal with, so I guesss this makes up. Bought a nice fossilized mammoth tooth that he informs me is dredged form the North Sea, which I guess was prime mammoth grazing grounds 15,0000 years ago or so. (I had no problem with it in customs, although TAK tells an amusing tale of being forced to report to the Department of Agriculture with a load of mammoth teeth once – do the feds worry about introducing a pathogen that would devastate the domestic mammoth industry?)
Nice Channelite get-together at Siberie. TAK, Holly, Sly Crayon, Bear (is there more than one on the Channels?) Its my Magical Life, Mile High Denver and his lady friend were all there. We waved to UKBL and others on the webcam , albeit a bit tardily. I have to say MHD’s home grown was superior to all the commercially available strains I noted above. I asked about his curing technique – he clearly does it right. We had a nice discussion, even venturing into some politics without any bloodshed.
The very best day had to be spent on Bear’s boat. It is a thing of beauty – low enough to clear the bridges, but impressively large with an enclosed cabin and galley, plenty of places to sit inside and outside, a wonderful wood interior, and dual piloting areas – inside and out. Not sure how long it is, but it was evidently built as a pleasure craft for canal cruising in the 1920’s. Getting from the cabin to the outside deck involves a walkway about 3 inches wide – one does need to hang on for dear life to the various rails while making the move. It’s My Magical Life professed to being quite stoned, and being worried about ending up in the drink making the move. Bear has an amazing store of knowledge about a variety of sights along the way – sure beat the heck out of any tour I have been on. We cruised all the way down to the Het Nieuw Meer, spending the entire afternoon, just soaking in the sights. Sitting outside, there is about two inches of clearance going under some bridges; Magical life was sitting facing backwards approaching one such bridge, and I fear he may have been decapitated had I not pointed out the upcoming head removal style span. We headed back to the marina in early evening, and took the Metro back into the City proper.
Not much else to say – the flight home was uneventful, except for a woman seated in front of me who must have weighed 500 pounds. She was livid because she had purchased two seats (for obvious reasons), and KLM had put a standby passenger in one. The gate agent/flight attendant found another seat, so the poor soul was not smothered on the way back. I was a bit chagrined that when the customs forms were passed out and my obese fellow traveler was sleeping, the flight attendants immediately (and correctly) assumed she was an American.
Once again, thanks to TAK, Holly and Bear for their great hospitality, MHD for some great smoke, Sly Crayon for her enviable rolling skills and IMML for some great company. Looks like my passport is ready to expire, and this may well be the last stamp I get on it.
If this was too long – well then -- you should never have started reading it.
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Great Report
Hi man ggreat report sounds like you had a good time!!!
I think the stuff from homegrown fantasy isd called Genie Of The Lamp, i had this last time and it was really nice. It tasted like it hadnet been burnt when i smoked it through a bong!If that makes sense!
Looking forward to further reports!!
Cheers Matty
I think the stuff from homegrown fantasy isd called Genie Of The Lamp, i had this last time and it was really nice. It tasted like it hadnet been burnt when i smoked it through a bong!If that makes sense!
Looking forward to further reports!!
Cheers Matty
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SlyCrayon was keeping "her" Identity a secret for fun. Whenever I included her in a report, I referred to her as The Crayon. She probably didn't mention it or didn't care, but it was fun while it lasted.
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[quote="smoker_moby"I think the stuff from homegrown fantasy isd called Genie Of The Lamp, i [/quote]
Yeah they just released the seeds.
MHD's weed is grown with love, thats the difference!
Yeah they just released the seeds.
MHD's weed is grown with love, thats the difference!
Hello DrTak, you have such wonderful humour in person; hope to meet you again sometime. Perhaps you could stop using gender pronouns when referring to the Crayon? It has been very amusing that, based only on what they read, most Channellites believed that I was a man until we were introduced. Maybe we relate better to someone we imagine to be like ourself? Gender is superfluous if all we do is write.
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shantiman wrote:MHD's weed is grown with love, thats the difference!
Thanks man, I think so too.
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