Creative writing

I thought today, that I would share with you all a piece of creative writing that I wrote whilst on holiday in Amsterdam. Amsterdam and in fact the Netherlands in general is one of my favourite places in the world. Friendly, full of history, beautiful scenery and a varied and interesting culture. Couple that with some of the best museums, art galleries and markets in the world and it all adds up to a wonderfully enriching place and very inspirational. I have been there many times both on business and pleasure and always come back feeling refreshed and positive about life. If like me you enjoy people watching, I can highly (no pun intended) recommend spending a couple of hours in one of the many "smoking" coffee shops whether you partake in the wares or not, it is a great place to sit back with a coffee or fresh orange juice and watch the world go by. It never fails to surprise me just how broader spectrum of the worlds population partake in a little weed (because they legally can). All ages, creed's, colour's and nationalities, Some sheepishly almost creeping up o the counter others bold as brass almost showing off about it. It is a great way to take notes on expressions and body language, and probably because of the nature of the effects of smoking cannabis there is always someone interesting to chat to. If the idea of smoking puts you off there are always the "herbal" cookies to partake in.

Please don't think that I am advocating drug use because I am not, all I am saying is if you want to experience it somewhere where it is not illegal then this is the best place to do so.

This is my experience of doing just that:

Beauty of pot smoking

It's only as I it here in the Grasshoppers coffee shop Amsterdam, that I have found the true beauty of pot smoking. It's not the "hurry, hurry it's get as smashed as we can" sort of smoking. Oh no, more the sit on your own, taking long slow drags on a joint, learning all it's scents, tastes and effects. It's getting to really yourself, all your scents, tastes and effects. It's not sitting in the corner of the room, stoned out of your head, listening to thrash metal so loud that, it could, most possibly blow your eardrums, but more, your listening to Massive Attack or Roni Size whilst reading a comedy thriller novel. Or really taking the time to watch the view from the window, looking at the people on the street, noting their expressions, moods and actions. It certainly isn't seeing how much you can dribble, whilst unconscious, whilst urinating into your trousers. No, it's noticing the pure sensuality of the patterns that the streetlights make on the road when it has been raining. Being able to drink orange juice on a Friday night without feeling like a complete sad arse. Finally it's not stuffing half a packet of Farley's rusks into your face in the space of five minutes. It's taking your time over food, to experience all the colours, smells textures and flavours they have to offer, and learning to live life to the full and enjoy it because it's great. All this I have learnt in just 6 days. What a time it's been.

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