Amsterdam

As I reflect back on my 22 days camping across Europe, friends would usually ask me,

 "Dude, so what did you do la for 22 days?"

And thats the part where i usually start scratching my head. 22 days? really? It was that long? It felt like only a week seriously.

See here's the thing. I spent most of my of time on trip drinking with my Topdeck travel mates, thats basically what I did for almost the entire trip. Absinthe, sambuca, jaegermeister, beer, i've drank it all. In fact at one point it was so much, i literally passed out and woke up the next morning without any clue what happened.

That was in Rome, and that is another story.

Now i can't be that boring as to not do anything of significant fun, so enter Amsterdam, the last stop of me 22 days camping trip.

Peaceful city, full of bikes, pretty ladies all round. So whats so good about it? To start off, they have these cheeky alleys where gorgeous ladies wink and blink and wave at ya to come get some. Heck just thinking back gets me thinking about the scenarios of "what if". But for 80euros for 20 mins, i'mma pass. Not a chance hunny.

But thats not all there is in the liberal city of Amsterdam. They also have these distinctive "other coffeeshops" that don't just sell you coffee and can be identified easily by sniffing the air. Smell it yet?

Yeaaa mon!

Well i sure aint no pothead, but for the sake of the so-called cultural experience.....

But let me fill you in a little on the "weed experience" in Amsterdam.

Contrary to popular belief, especially as portrayed in movies, weed is not exactly legal in Amsterdam. Sure the Dutch are very tolerant, and its a very liberal country but apparently if you numbnuts enough to walk along the streets smoking pot, and by the very good luck of yours that cozzers happen to pass by, you're done, and you'll prolly find your ass in jail.

See the term is called de-criminalized or something. Meaning whilst the Dutch are very tolerant towards potheads, its only legal if you smoke it in coffeeshops. Anywhere else and you're just asking for trouble.

Unfortunately for you though, it seems that rules are meant to be broken. There are tons of people smoking weed along the streets. I still remember how as I was trying to catch up to my group in the winding alleys of Amsterdam's Red Light District, 2 black dudes stopped me asking for a light.

"Sure," i thought, being the good Samaritan as always. I figured he wanted to light a cig so why not.

That was when he whipped out this huge ass self rolled joint.

2 cozzers were right behind not too far away.

And they started to chat with me. Whilst slowly repairing the damaged joint.

"I love Malaysia! I Malaysiaaa too", says he.

Fuck.

The cozzers are right behind.

Fuck. Hurry up you two idiots.

"Thank you mon! you da man", they go off. The cozzers turn in a different direction.

Phew. That was close i suppose. Part of life experience to get scared and feel like you're doomed. But we all move on don't we? Now to rejoin my group and head to the pub crawl i was supposed to go.

Shit.

I'm lost.......