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Don't go for the strongest weed straight away.
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That's exactly what I went for! I'd have it no other way. But most people may not want to do that.
What was interesting to me was that I was called out for being from British Columbia a few times while in Amsterdam, because I don't mix tobacco with my weed. Apparently that isn't the norm in the world, which quite surprised me (don't want to pollute my weed!).
So I was in a coffee shop one afternoon. The wife was in our hotel room sleeping cause she had her period, so I was out exploring by myself. I found a coffee shop/bar where I could have a beer while I smoked. I bought a bag of the nicest weed, and a bag of the nicest hash, mixed them together and rolled two big fat joints. Some Dutch guy came in and sat next to me at the bar, so I started chatting with him, and smoked my joints with him. Great conversation, but by the end, he was fucked up! Said he needed to go home and have a nap.
Although to be fair, I went back to the hotel and had a nap myself!