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Amsterdam is a city that offers you many opportunities to try new experiences. And when I say experiences, I have a clear sense of the word!
Here you can make a simple visit or more than that in the Red Light District, you can legally smoke cannabis in coffee shops, you can try a visit to the Heineken Experience..
Smoking marijuana in Amsterdam was on my must to do list just before I bought my plane tickets.
Said and done. I went into a coffe shop about which I had read positive opinions.
I entered with some emotions, I admit, but with some impatience. Emotions passed quickly due to the very good music that blessed you instantly and the guys who served at the bar with an extremely friendly attitude. After a brief discussion with one of them, I went to a table with the “lightest” joint they had (it cost like 5 euros).
I sat down, lit it, drew deep smoke into my lungs, trying to make it aware of any changes in my body or mind. I smoked almost half and … nothing! Nothing at all! I was smoking and I thought that either I didn’t get what I needed or it didn’t work for me, but suddenly the first sign appeared: tingling in the fingers.
What followed was faster than I expected. As if I was suddenly drunk. Just that I was perfectly aware of what was happening: diminished reflexes, difficulty in pronouncing words, a doubtful balance :)I got up, went out and headed for the tram station. I took the tram to the hotel trying to track the sequence of stations. Several times I was surprised to think of various. Thinking for a long time, or so I thought, because every time I looked on the screen and found that not even a station had passed. It was clear that my mind had a problem with time. Or at least with the conventional one 🙂
I knew very clearly the name of the station where I had to go down and that the station is about 50 meters after the hotel. I saw the hotel on the tram window, I got up and waited for it to stop. It stopped. Only after an eternity it seems. I came down convinced that I went down with at least one station later and that I will have to go back to the station at the hotel. Just looking in his direction … it was there, good, not 50 meters from where I was 🙂 And at that moment I calmed down and came to a conclusion: that I would stay at my beer and my conventional time that I know it for a lifetime!
Primul meu joint… si cel mai probabil ultimul!
Amsterdam este un oras care iti ofera multe posibilitati de a incerca experiente noi. Si cand spun experiente, am in vedere cel mai propriu sens al cuvantului!
Aici poti face o simpla vizita sau mai mult decat atat in cartierul Red Light, poti fuma legal canabis in coffee shopuri, poti incerca o vizita la Heineken Experience…
Sa fumez marijuana in Amsterdam a fost pe lista mea cu lucruri de facut chiar inainte de a fi cumparat biletele de avion.Zis si facut. Am intrat intr-un coffe shop despre care citisem pareri pozitive. Am intrat cu ceva emotii, recunosc, dar si cu oarecare nerabdare. Emotiile au trecut rapid datorita muzicii foarte bune care te binedispunea instantaneau si a tipilor care serveau la bar cu o atitudine extrem de prietenoasa. Dupa o discutie scurta cu unul dintre ei, am plecat spre o masa cu cel mai “usor” joint pe care il aveau ( a costat parca vreo 5 euro).
M-am asezat, l-am aprins, am tras adanc fum in plamani, incercand sa constientizez eventualele schimbari din corpul sau din mintea mea. Am fumat aproape jumatate si… nimic! Absolut nimic! Fumam si ma gandeam ca ori nu am luat ce trebuie ori la mine nu functioneaza.., dar dintr-odata a aparut primul semn: furnicaturi in degetele de la maini. Ce a urmat a fost mai rapid decat ma asteptam. Ca si cum m-as fi imbatat dintr-odata. Doar ca eram perfect constient de ce se intampla: reflexe diminuate, dificultate in a pronunta cuvintele, un echilibru indoielnic 🙂
M-am ridicat, am iesit si m-am indreptat spre statia de tramvai. Am luat tramvaiul spre hotel incercand sa urmaresc pe ecran succesiunea statiilor. De cateva ori m-am surprins gandidu-ma la diverse. Gandindu-ma indelungat, sau cel putin asa credeam eu, pentru ca de fiecare data ma uitam pe ecran si constatam ca nu trecuse nici macar o statie. Era clar ca mintea mea avea o problema cu timpul. Sau cel putin cu cel conventional 🙂
Stiam foarte clar numele statiei unde trebuia sa cobor si ca statia este la vreo 50 de metri dupa hotel. Am vazut hotelul pe geamul tramvaiului, m-am ridicat si am asteptat sa opreasca. A oprit. Doar ca dupa o vesnicie parca. Am coborat convins ca am coborat cu cel putin o statie mai tarziu si ca va trebui sa ma intorc cumva la statia de la hotel. Doar ca uitandu-ma in directia lui… era acolo, cuminte, la nici 50 de metri de unde eram eu 🙂 Si in acel moment m-am linistit si am ajuns la o concluzie: ca o sa raman la berea mea si timpul meu conventional pe care-l stiu de o viata!