One thing I noticed was the smell of weed. It wasn’t just the mere smell of it that I noticed but the pervasiveness of the smell in the open air, restaurants, shops, cafes just about everywhere. In fact I could have sworn that the free city map I got from the airport even smelled of it (must have been made out of hemp). It was incredible seeing how many porn stores and head shops there were. I went inside one seemingly ordinary head shop. It turned out to be the most impressive retail recreational drug shop I’d ever been to. There were hundreds of pipes, if not thousands, made of metal, wood, glass and stone. There were hundreds of bongs, multi-chambered and themed. There were quite a number of hookas as well. I saw peyote, fresh no less, for the first time. They’re little cacti. Supposedly you fell a sense of calmness and oneness of yourself with your surroundings. Also I saw fridge I saw fresh mushrooms, packaged in black boxes with cellophane wrap, on display in a fridge. Each was labeled by its variety. While looking at the display, a sales attendant, a cute Dutch raver girl with braid tails, asked if I needed any help. She pointed out the specials on mushrooms that they were having for the day. Out of curiosity I asked her on how to take it. From behind the sales counter she pulled out a pink colored half sheet paper from amongst numerous stacks of different colored papers with directions, tips and proper dosages. Only in Amsterdam…
My direct flight to from Los Angeles to Amsterdam was pretty uneventful. I sat next to a Dane named Jasper and his 4 year son. He was 33, a retired web developer, ongoing college student studying chemistry and microbiology. It was cool being able to get to know someone that you're going to have to sit next to for the next 11 hours. After touching down in Amsterdam, ny first impression of the Netherlands wasn't much of one. It was just very... European. Cars were smaller and there weren't many buses, not even tour buses, to be in sight. Check out this Mercedes A Class: http://photobucket.com/albums/v611/alphaqx2/ mercedes" title="http://photobucket.com/albums/v611/alphaqx2/ mercedes" target="_blank"http://photobucket.com/albums... They're so incredibly small!
However trains, subways and light rail were everywhere. Also there were millions of bicycles. There were more bicycles than cars. And these weren't your high performance mountain or touring bikes but your Mary Poppins, straight out of the 1900's, complete with mud guards, headlights and U-shaped handlebars kind. These people live off bicycles. In Asia you see entire families on a scooter. In Amsterdam you see families on bicycles. I saw one woman smoke, talk on a cell phone and ride her bike at the same time. Talk about multi-tasking! Strange thing is the Netherlands isn't a poor third world nation. Dutch people don't ride bikes because they're poor. Dutch ride bikes because its economical, environmental and practical. Go figure! Here are some more pictures of Amsterdam: http://photobucket.com/albums/v611/alphaqx2/ Amsterdam" title="http://photobucket.com/albums/v611/alphaqx2/ Amsterdam" target="_blank"http://photobucket.com/albums...
... DICKING, LICKING, COCKING, SUCKING... How about a big dick for a change?"
How about that to grab your attention? It's been a long time since I've blogged. For a variety of reasons I just couldn't get around to entering a new entry. Work, school and password problems kept me away from blogging. Work has been outrageously busy. I've been having to work weekends more often. This past weekend even entailed working the graveyard shift twice. Needless to say sleeping on an office desk sucks ass. The only comfort being that sleeping on a desk is cleaner than sleeping on the floor. Somehow I've been able to manage to keep myself in school and not fail miserably. I spent a week and a half in the Netherlands, Belgium and Germany as part of my MBA residential program. I hand wrote some blog material while there and should be posting in the coming week or so. The entry header was actually a pitch line used by a live sex show promoter in the Amsterdam red light district. I'll definitely write more on that experience in upcoming entries. Some eye-opening moments... I doubt that the readership of this blog missed me however I missed the aspect of recording my thoughts and sharing them. Stay tuned...
