First Impressions
I had my first successful savlia trip on a railway-trip through Europe. Me and some friends of mine were in Amsterdam and we had never been to such a big city before.Well enough 'bout dat. I was getting tired of smoking heavilly all the time so I went looking for something else. At one of theese smart-shops some guy tried to sell me a mushroom-joint. I doubted it would work, and I was right. So I decided to use some hard cash, and buy something more potent. Looking through different guide's for Amster I found salvia divinorum .They described their reporter "giggleling and falling around, laughing..".So i went and bought a shitty electric pipe (driven with a fan) and 1gr. of 6x salvia. Me and my fiend went into a coffeshop nearby.It wasn't crowded so nu stress.My friend didn't want to try, so I mounted my pipe with what seemed to me like a half teaspoon and lit.The electric pipe spew smoke faster than I could get it in,and the smoke was harsh . I didn't feel anything except some slight lighttrails, in two or three different colours following the music, on the walls and the floor.It lasted maybe 10-15 min.I still had over 4/5 of what i'd bought. Later on the trip, in Alicante.This was in the winter and there weren't many travellers around.We met a french guy on the beach who didn't speak english.Neither of us spoke french, but I showed him the salvia and we went up to our hotel. We sat outside in the street and smoked.It was at night and it was dark.We shared half of what was left in two single hits.I toked first and held the smoke ,passing him the pipe.I think I closed my eyes because everything went black and I was suddenly terribly confused.I must have opened my eyes, I saw the frenchguy stearing at me and he started twisting in laughter. I didn't remember who he was.Or why he was laughing,but when I tried to say something my voice turned blurred and slow,like a casette being played slow. I started laughing too.I became aware of what I had just done and calmed down.I realized my surroundings and the wall we were sitting by seemed to stretch over the road,blocking it. I thought we never could get past the wall. First I became frightened and started to blabb on about the wall and that we never could get across it and to the railwaystation.Then I just got mad on the damned wall and went up to the hotel-room,where I took out my frustration on my friends. I did not know what to expect . Now I know. And I would like to tried it again. Is it illegal in nordic countries (scandinavia).
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