Oncemore a tale of long ago and far away.
Company Jolly out to HampsterJam, because we'd worked our nadgers off getting a game finished and out on the shelves before the publisher could change their mind about what they wanted for the 3rd time.

The trip out there was foul, featuring Gatwick being closed due to fog and a lack of southbound flights out of Heathrow.
So we arrive, 12 hours late, hungry, tired, fed up, and depressingly sober. All of us dump our kit in the hotel and go walkabout looking for something fun in a new city.

Those who were connoisseurs of the demon weed knew what they were looking for and many of the rest of us tagged along almost by force of habit. Wasn't long before we found a sign saying "Rick's Bar. You Can Score Here!", target acquired.

We all went in, I and the other non-smokers sat by the front bar, and got some beers in whilst the stoners headed for the rear bar and bought most of it. A haze of smoke, alcohol and talking bollocks decended upon us for a few hours and inevitabley I started to get a tad hungry.
Thinking nothing of it I bought an immense and tasty looking chocolate muffin from the lovely chap behind the bar, and began tearing into it, not noticing the slightly resinous flavour until i was about halfway through.
"Bugger", thinks I, "this'll be one of those space cakes I've heard tell of" and wander up to have a chat with the barman, who assures me that yes indeed the cakes are loaded with a goodly dose of hash and will definitely get me stoned.
Stop eating cake, have bacon butty instead. Hunger satisfied.

The rest of the afternoon was spent wandering around the rapidly darkening city, seeing the sights, avoiding the horrors of the red light district* and trying not to fall in canals. I smiled at the sunset, laughed at some frankly bloody awful jokes and decided that all was well with the world.
Except for one thing, I was hungry again, definitly very very hungry and with no easy food within reach. I was just about to complain to
the chums that I was starving slowly to death when I remembered that
I had half a huge chocolate muffin in my bag. Horrah!

Eat, down to the last crumb...

The rest of the weekend passed in a flicker of blank black memory with occasional flashes of lucidity. Brief moments I can remember include stading in the middle of a busy road trying to avoid death by tram, standing on the parapet of a balcony which was Far Too High^TM above the street and waking up in the hotel half an hour before we were due to leave feeling, and smelling, like a week old dishrag.

Dope, Not good for the thinky brain...
( DukeEuphoria Comes highly reccomended, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 16:15, 5 replies)

annoyingly,
the only "space cake" i purchased in amsterdam almost certainly had no actual weed in it... after that i stuck firmly to the smokey stuff to avoid being diddled again
( charlie?, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 16:33, closed)

Mine had far, far too much in it....
Cue half an hour of unbridled hilarity followed by simultaneous vomiting and diarrhoea, lost memory, lost rucksack and ...lost passport. Had to go the consulate where I got a stern matronly lecture and return home on an emergency document. I was only 16.
(Happybara The jungle came alive and took him, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 17:09, closed)

I find the red light districts are fine.
I've heard a few people mention them being bad but the last time I was in Amsterdam I took my girlfriend (well, she was after the weekend -- long story) to one and we found it amusing -- we seemed to have found the "granny hooker" section where they wore curlers, smoked rollups and talked to thier friends.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 17:58, closed)

(Shudder)
The section we mistakenly strolled into had row after row of shop windows behind each of which a stone faced dead eyed woman either tried to entice us towards her doorway, or sat staring apathetically out into the street.
Some of the girls honestly looked as though death would be nothing but a welcome release.
( DukeEuphoria Comes highly reccomended, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 18:32, closed)

Ah, Ricks bar - good place to have a mid morning bracer (tequila mostly)
also an excellent place to smoke something far too strong, and have a chap's first 90 minute whitey, resulting in a very fast walk indeed around amsterdam, consumed as i was by the need to find a park to sit in. not many inside the canal belt....
(micky2shoes has more shoes than feet, Tue 21 Sep 2010, 17:56, closed)