The first edible I had was during a 9 hour layover in Amsterdam on the way to Dubai. I'd never been out of the states and was still in college at the time. I remember thinking, 9 fucking hours, I can totally slip the airport and check out the coffee shops. While I was clear headed, I remember thinking yeah, dutch looks just like english, I can find my way around. I end up taking the train into the amsterdam and was just amazed. The first thing I smelled was pot when the train doors open. I looked and it was a cop smoking hahaha. Amazing. So I strike up a conversation with the guy, first apologizing for not speaking dutch and asking him if he could point out "The Grasshopper" a steak house / underground coffee shop I had heard about back at home. Amsterdam was awesome, I ended up practicing my french while I was there thinking that Europeans look down on American tourists. I find the place, I buy a single serving of Space Cake and a 10 euro joint. I eat the cake right away and smoke half of the joint. I was so blasted half way through I completely forget where I was. I totally forgot how I got to where I was and how to get back. Panic sits in, the dutch letters that looked familiar before look totally alien now. Plus they're shape shifting. Fuck. My eyes are red as the devils dick and I know that the ticking time bomb of the space cake brownie is just waiting to pass through my pyloric sphincter. Shit. Shit shit shit. I'm fucked. I start waking through the streets and am just amazed by the place. Beautiful houses along the river side, bike lanes all around, adverts for sex toys, sex shows are all around. There was street art I remember, one trippy drawing illustrated "Amsterdam We H Ave Stuff That Oth Ers Don't Have"
In cool black and white type that looked like news paper cutouts. Anyways, I'm worried I won't be let back on the plane because I'm so fucking high so I walk into a corner store and try to buy eye drops. Here, I'm falling back on my insticts. I'm operating from my gut. The guy tells you can't buy red eyes or rhodos in the Netherlands without a doctors prescription. I'm in disbelief. This stuff is over the counter back at home. Shit is dangerous, damn you William Randolf Hurst I think. Somehow I knew he was at fault here. Long story short, I find my way back to the train station, by total luck I make it on to the right train and make it back to the airport. I'm at the gate and I'm the very last person to board the plane, at a [10] mind you and I'm pretty sure everyone whos helping me knows. Finally, I make it on board and just past the heck out. Waking up once we land in an even stranger land. Great Trip, great experience.