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Fresh "Magic Mushrooms" (Copelandia Cyanescens) 12 grams, Experienced, Amsterdam
Just got back from Holland. Besides gorgeous prostitutes, which I didn't get to do because the U.S. is not a member of the EU and work permits are impossible for whores, Holland has "legalized" buying up to 5 grams of hash/the best pot in the world and "Magic Mushrooms" of several different varities.
Last time I was there (Jan 2006) I tried Psylocybin shrooms from Columbia, Mexico (both varities made me cry rivers of tears alone in my hotel room) and Thai, which made me laugh, alone in my room.
It was so damn cold there in January and the bar scene in Amsterdam sucks for single women unless you wanna be bothered by horny guys -- the pubs are 80 to 98 percent male.
Okay, last trip to A'dam was two weeks, late September, 2006. One day I was there was sunny and hot. Perfect day for shrooms in the park.
The Hawiian shrooms (Copelandia Cyanescens) were known as the best -- you might not find any on the weekends. Twelve grams fresh, in a plastic, sealed container cost 16 Euros.
At about 11am I ate the shrooms on a bench in one of the squares near Vondelpark, about half the size of Central Park (New York) but more relaxed, quiet and with lots of ponds where ducks, geese, storks and coots would entertain you along with all the crazies in the park.
Sat in the square for 15 minutes after eating all but the bottom half inch of the stems, which looked nasty from mold but was still probably edible. I did not get sick or feel like vomiting. Walked to the park with the effects comming on.
Once in the park I felt like I was floating on air. Everything looked like technicolor.
Found a nice, grassy place to sit near a pond. The sun felt great. Took off my top and was immediatly surrounded by two guys who didn't know each other. One showed me the piercings on his cock. I ignored them, they left.
A 23 year old guy from Sengal (Africa, forgot his name) with a bicycle sat next to me. He was very nice, spoke from his heart. He rolled us a blunt (my tobacco & the best pot in the world @ 12 Euros/gram) with a rolled-up cardboard "filter" tip. I didn't need the pot I was feeling fine.
The high was like LSD only without the feeling like your head is going to explode. I felt really mellow and like having sex. I was glad the African was sitting with me so no sleazy, rude young guys would bother me.
He said it was okay to have sex in the park but I was too nervous about it especially with kids nearby. He kept wanting me to go into the bushes but I'm not into dirty sex. I'd do it on the beach or on the grass but not at that moment, I was enjoying his company and protection because I was also prone to get lost.
I had NO sence of direction in Amsterdam (partly because it was cloudy most of the time and I was running around at night) and got "lost" several times. Once in Vondelpark I thought I was on my way home and ended up at the opposit end of the park so I was glad he was with me so that when I had to go home he could show me the way.
The sun went behind trees so we went to another place.
We sat in another place with taller, thicker grass: perfect place for sex but I was really nervous. By this time the park was full. Lots of lovers and groups in the park, someone playing loud reggae music by Bob Marley on a boom box, which the African loved -- he even knew one of the guys but I didn't want to know them!
By the time the sun went down, there were even more ppl -- so glad he was with me 'cause I was in no condition to talk to anyone. I would have followed anyone who showed an interest in me and would have done anything.
We left the park at dark and went for a drink near my hotel room. I bought him a dinner (I found out later he was homeless or a liar trying to con money out of me) and would of had sex with him in a quiet corner of a pub but I was too dry for him to slip it in so we departed. Just before I was ready to leave I think he ried to steal my wallet out of my purse. A few days before someone tried to snatch my purse while I was sitting on a bench at the Dam.
After that I went to my favorite smoke shop the Dampkrigking (spelling), where they also serve beer and vodka, gin, rum and wine but with only coke or juice as mixers -- most cafes that sell pot/hash don't sell alcohol. Dampkrigking was not in the tourist area and was frequented by local Dutch.
Places that sell hash/pot don't sell shrooms, you hace to go to "Smart Shops" to buy shrooms. I was still buzzing when I returned to my room at about 2 am. Had a good night's sleep, woke up still a little high with no hangover, I felt great.
I also had an irresitable urge to try mushrooms while prostituting myself so a few daze later I tried to rent a window/room but couldn't because I didn't have a permit or EU passport.
If I could find a "sponsor" in Holland I could get the permit. If you know anyone in Amsterdam who could sponsor me, you'll have no trouble 'cause I can take care of myself: I don't need the $$$ from whoring, I just thought it would be fun to do on Hawiian shrooms! As soon as I get a permit and it's warm over there, I'm going back.
Fortunately I had my camera and can't wait to get the photos back, which I'll post links to once the film is developed (leave a comment and you'll be automatically notified when I post the link here in a few daze).
Peace & Love, Raquel.
Just got back from Holland. Besides gorgeous prostitutes, which I didn't get to do because the U.S. is not a member of the EU and work permits are impossible for whores, Holland has "legalized" buying up to 5 grams of hash/the best pot in the world and "Magic Mushrooms" of several different varities.
Last time I was there (Jan 2006) I tried Psylocybin shrooms from Columbia, Mexico (both varities made me cry rivers of tears alone in my hotel room) and Thai, which made me laugh, alone in my room.
It was so damn cold there in January and the bar scene in Amsterdam sucks for single women unless you wanna be bothered by horny guys -- the pubs are 80 to 98 percent male.
Okay, last trip to A'dam was two weeks, late September, 2006. One day I was there was sunny and hot. Perfect day for shrooms in the park.
The Hawiian shrooms (Copelandia Cyanescens) were known as the best -- you might not find any on the weekends. Twelve grams fresh, in a plastic, sealed container cost 16 Euros.
At about 11am I ate the shrooms on a bench in one of the squares near Vondelpark, about half the size of Central Park (New York) but more relaxed, quiet and with lots of ponds where ducks, geese, storks and coots would entertain you along with all the crazies in the park.
Sat in the square for 15 minutes after eating all but the bottom half inch of the stems, which looked nasty from mold but was still probably edible. I did not get sick or feel like vomiting. Walked to the park with the effects comming on.
Once in the park I felt like I was floating on air. Everything looked like technicolor.
Found a nice, grassy place to sit near a pond. The sun felt great. Took off my top and was immediatly surrounded by two guys who didn't know each other. One showed me the piercings on his cock. I ignored them, they left.
A 23 year old guy from Sengal (Africa, forgot his name) with a bicycle sat next to me. He was very nice, spoke from his heart. He rolled us a blunt (my tobacco & the best pot in the world @ 12 Euros/gram) with a rolled-up cardboard "filter" tip. I didn't need the pot I was feeling fine.
The high was like LSD only without the feeling like your head is going to explode. I felt really mellow and like having sex. I was glad the African was sitting with me so no sleazy, rude young guys would bother me.
He said it was okay to have sex in the park but I was too nervous about it especially with kids nearby. He kept wanting me to go into the bushes but I'm not into dirty sex. I'd do it on the beach or on the grass but not at that moment, I was enjoying his company and protection because I was also prone to get lost.
I had NO sence of direction in Amsterdam (partly because it was cloudy most of the time and I was running around at night) and got "lost" several times. Once in Vondelpark I thought I was on my way home and ended up at the opposit end of the park so I was glad he was with me so that when I had to go home he could show me the way.
The sun went behind trees so we went to another place.
We sat in another place with taller, thicker grass: perfect place for sex but I was really nervous. By this time the park was full. Lots of lovers and groups in the park, someone playing loud reggae music by Bob Marley on a boom box, which the African loved -- he even knew one of the guys but I didn't want to know them!
By the time the sun went down, there were even more ppl -- so glad he was with me 'cause I was in no condition to talk to anyone. I would have followed anyone who showed an interest in me and would have done anything.
We left the park at dark and went for a drink near my hotel room. I bought him a dinner (I found out later he was homeless or a liar trying to con money out of me) and would of had sex with him in a quiet corner of a pub but I was too dry for him to slip it in so we departed. Just before I was ready to leave I think he ried to steal my wallet out of my purse. A few days before someone tried to snatch my purse while I was sitting on a bench at the Dam.
After that I went to my favorite smoke shop the Dampkrigking (spelling), where they also serve beer and vodka, gin, rum and wine but with only coke or juice as mixers -- most cafes that sell pot/hash don't sell alcohol. Dampkrigking was not in the tourist area and was frequented by local Dutch.
Places that sell hash/pot don't sell shrooms, you hace to go to "Smart Shops" to buy shrooms. I was still buzzing when I returned to my room at about 2 am. Had a good night's sleep, woke up still a little high with no hangover, I felt great.
I also had an irresitable urge to try mushrooms while prostituting myself so a few daze later I tried to rent a window/room but couldn't because I didn't have a permit or EU passport.
If I could find a "sponsor" in Holland I could get the permit. If you know anyone in Amsterdam who could sponsor me, you'll have no trouble 'cause I can take care of myself: I don't need the $$$ from whoring, I just thought it would be fun to do on Hawiian shrooms! As soon as I get a permit and it's warm over there, I'm going back.
Fortunately I had my camera and can't wait to get the photos back, which I'll post links to once the film is developed (leave a comment and you'll be automatically notified when I post the link here in a few daze).
Peace & Love, Raquel.
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Im glad you had fun and are safe.
