The Night Outside
The Night Outside
After I could not pay the hostel (45 euros instead of 36 cause I booked the wrong room) I walked around. It was 1 at night and the trainstation was filled with nothing and a few night-people.
My jacket not warm enough. The worst. Hanging out at the train station, constantly freezing, waiting for the morning. It was actually OK as long as I had battery.
I woke up and looked into the eyes of a police officer. He told me that I should not sleep. They woke me up so often I have no more bad feelings when I see their faces. I am an experienced urban survivalist and wake-up-cop-resistent. I left the station towards The Bulldog coffeeshop.
I met several awesome people and the ones I remember are young people from Dortmund, Germany. They were coming to Holland for the same thing as me: Smoke weed.
The shop opened at 8 and after we waited 45 minutes we went in.
I bought some Northern Lights and we smoked for a good while until I went back on the street to make money for the next check-in.
Until next time,
shla-rafia
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Edit: Fixed link
Like your writing style. Take the train to Ghent (BE) next time, could spare you a blanket perhaps.
Good to know, thx, !
Light hearted stories that put a smile on your face 😀
Thanks, the part with the resistant-to-police-wake-ups was pretty good I have to admid :D
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