This is part 4 in a series of posts about a trip to Amsterdam, part 3 can be found here.
Part 4: Visiting the Rijkmuseum
After my bad experience with an overdose of space cake, I decided to spend the rest of the trip sober. I never again wanted to be pushed towards the edge of madness by drugs.
We spent the rest of the trip cycling around the canals of Amsterdam, taking photos, looking in art galleries, relaxing in the park. My friend Chris, having experienced no negative side-effects from his own drug taking, continued to smoke for longer and longer each day.
Our aims for the trip drifted further apart. I now had little interest in drugs, only culture. Chris on the other hand was so stoned that nothing could interest him for more than 30 seconds.
Continue reading The Bad Trip in Amsterdam Part 4: Visiting the Rijkmuseum
This is part 3 in a series of posts about a trip to Amsterdam, part 2 can be found here.
Part 3: Finding God
Falling back into the bed, the drugs took a stronger hold of me.
I was still somewhat aware of where I was – a clean modern room in one of Amsterdam’s nicest hotels. Yet, my arms couldn’t feel the softness of the sheets and my eyes couldn’t enjoy our view of the city. My head span, so I closed my eyes and lay, trying to focus on nothing.
Within moments my whole body started to shake, out of control. My limbs quivered back and forth and my teeth rattled. Continue reading The Bad Trip in Amsterdam – Part 3: Finding God
This is part 2 in a series of posts about a trip to Amsterdam, part 1 can be found here.
Part 2: Losing Control
If you ever have a good idea and it includes taking drugs, then stop. Take a moment to think. It’s not a good idea.
Our “good idea” was so perfect that it didn’t warrant discussion. Wake up, eat breakfast. Early morning joint. Head to a smart shop. Buy some magic mushrooms. Go to a coffee shop, another joint. Have lunch, then back to the hotel to take the mushrooms.
That was the plan. But it all went horribly wrong. Continue reading The Bad Trip in Amsterdam – Part 2: Losing Control
I’m walking down the main street of Amsterdam when suddenly the drugs kick in.
I stop and laugh, my friend Chris stopping beside me. “The space cakes have just hit me!” I giggle with a thumbs up. He smiles back and we continue walking. After a few more steps my smile starts to waver as the feeling starts to sink in.
Oh shit, I think, the space cakes have just hit me! Continue reading The Bad Trip in Amsterdam – Part 1: Arrival