I mean, the city was amazing. I saw a lot of awesome things, but...I just can't really judge wether or not it was as fun as I thought.
Of course I smoked. First time, too. I nearly died, I could feel and hear my heartbeat, and I was all dizzy and shhh-tuff.
Apparently, I spoiled myself. I had top-o-the-line stuff. The one I bought personally was called Kalimist, but then I had some Sage and then White Widow and some other stuff I can't really remember their names.
If you're one of those disappointed in me for smoking, too fucking bad.
On my way to the airport from Amsterdam I decided to take a train, instead of paying for a taxi, and well...I got on the wrong fuckign train. I did go South, which was where I was going, but I went to the wrong South...Yeah.
Anywho, after Amsterdam I went to Portugal. A-FREAKING-MAZING! I love Portogal.Then I went to Spain, which was an interesting, but LONG, ride through the north-west coast. On my way back I got trapped in customs in Pisa, which was a pain in the ass! They searched my entire luggage and took everything out, and found what? NOTHING! Fuckers.
Now I'm back...for now. Tired...gotta upload pictures.
"Woah, dude...the moon looks drunk!"
"Chicken..or weed? Chicko-weed! mmm...chocoweed!"
" My kechup makes it colder....."