Awake from our deep three-hour sleep, we got out of bed before midnight and like superwomen, we were ready in a few twirls. The minicab was waiting outside. Troy, Hala and I were driven to the address, where we got off by a paved area by the river, next to a green, 40-meter-long party boat. The sound of house music could be heard outside, close to a bridge, with what seemed like office buildings on the other side of the road, standing at a misty distance.
The three of us went on board and walked into a smoky area, with leather armchairs on each side of the entrance, a small DJ booth on the left and a couple of steps down. There was the bar on the right with a dance floor next to it. I must add, the cloud of smoke made my eyes tearful in no time but the music was good and the way the DJ looked down and smiled at me, I decided the smoke was not going to bother me. We ordered vodka and cranberry each and danced. Torsten arrived and introduced us to people he had met on his nightly outings in Prague.
He first introduced me to Barbara; a young, blonde, friendly Czech who then introduced me to 'her boyfriend', an older man, in a white jacket, smiling at her side.
"This is Steve," Barbara said. "He's from Liverpool. A true scouser, my man."
They were very pleasant and invited me to have a joint with them on the leather seats. As they expressed their love for one another, Barbara suddenly pointed at a new arrival on the boat, surrounded by three others.
"Look, here's the guy if you wanna get ecstasy, he's your man." She said.
I turned around to see the recommended dealer who seemed most popular.
After a quick discussion with my travel companions, we decided to go for it. We had a 48-hour schedule to maintain and a little substance could take us a long way.
With the purchase in place, Hala and I looked at each other and thought... 'Let's do the whole one rather than half. That should keep us going for hours.'
And on that note, we swallowed a whole E with some water to wash it down.
The three of us went on board and walked into a smoky area, with leather armchairs on each side of the entrance, a small DJ booth on the left and a couple of steps down. There was the bar on the right with a dance floor next to it. I must add, the cloud of smoke made my eyes tearful in no time but the music was good and the way the DJ looked down and smiled at me, I decided the smoke was not going to bother me. We ordered vodka and cranberry each and danced. Torsten arrived and introduced us to people he had met on his nightly outings in Prague.
He first introduced me to Barbara; a young, blonde, friendly Czech who then introduced me to 'her boyfriend', an older man, in a white jacket, smiling at her side.
"This is Steve," Barbara said. "He's from Liverpool. A true scouser, my man."
They were very pleasant and invited me to have a joint with them on the leather seats. As they expressed their love for one another, Barbara suddenly pointed at a new arrival on the boat, surrounded by three others.
"Look, here's the guy if you wanna get ecstasy, he's your man." She said.
I turned around to see the recommended dealer who seemed most popular.
After a quick discussion with my travel companions, we decided to go for it. We had a 48-hour schedule to maintain and a little substance could take us a long way.
With the purchase in place, Hala and I looked at each other and thought... 'Let's do the whole one rather than half. That should keep us going for hours.'
And on that note, we swallowed a whole E with some water to wash it down.
I have to point out, that my keyword is 'moderation'. You can 'almost' do anything in life and enjoy it if you learn to keep things in moderation. It is when you overdo things that get you in trouble eventually. Use it, don't abuse it, is my motto.
Back on the dancefloor, I started to feel irritated from the smoky atmosphere. I went on deck for some fresh air. The night was beginning to get chilly. The toilets were on the other side of the boat, which meant I had to traverse through the cloudy area again. I managed to get to the ladies. As I was washing my hands, I felt the boat rock, like a tsunami had hit the river!
Walking back as steadily as I could support myself through the dancing crowd, I felt a strange pain in my stomach, different to any feeling I ever had before.
I got on deck to join Troy and Hala and in no time, got to the roadside of the river on the boat and threw up overboard!
I got on deck to join Troy and Hala and in no time, got to the roadside of the river on the boat and threw up overboard!
Now, that is a rare occasion. I simply do not throw up! I like being in control; whatever state I am in. I was truly bothered by what was happening to me and yet tried to go about it as elegantly as I possibly could. Well, I had blue fur around my neck, with a tissue in one hand to dub on my lips as though I had been having afternoon tea at the Ritz and was dusting the crust away from my mouth. Opposite this scene, was a man sitting on the stairs of the pavement, leaning against a short wall behind him, a full glass of drink in hand, smiling at me, without changing expression or looking away!
My first thoughts were... Wow, the E's in Prague must be super strong. Am I really throwing up? Does this stranger opposite get a kick out of seeing a woman puke? As it turned out, he seemed to have been out of it and had his eyes shut a while later, still smiling! I then looked up to see a couple of gorgeous-looking men get on board. Thank goodness they did not see me in that state! So I smiled and waited till they had their back to me before I could continue with my ritual. Oh, dear! That was not good.
Troy was super concerned: "Are you alright Haldita?"
"No," I replied, "Is there a proper toilet you could get me to around here?"
We were almost in the middle of nowhere! Just lucky enough to have a couple of taxis standing on the side road by now.
I saw Troy approach the driver and ask: "Is there a 5-star toilet nearby?"
He cracked me up, only if I was in a state to laugh.
At this point, we were all feeling uneasy and got in the cab on our way back to Torsten's, with him nowhere in sight. And so, we left the boat party.
I must have been 'tripping' in the taxi as Hala was covering me with her jacket to keep me warm. It was a feeling totally alien to me.
Troy and Hala were trying to figure out what was in that pill?
After a lengthy ride and the conclusion it must have been LSD we had taken, we finally arrived at our destination and got in the flat, to lay on the L-shaped sofa with a duvet on to warm up.
All I could hear was Hala saying: "We must be tripping."
I got what was left of my strength together and said from under the duvet: "Sis, can you stop repeating that word, it's disturbing me! We're on a trip already... Tripping! Tripping!"
The rest of the night was spent under the duvet giggling at the outcome of what was supposed to be our night out in Prague!
"This is so bizarre, this feeling." I kept repeating myself. "So bizarre."
There was a sensation of pins and needles on the surface of my skin, from the upper arms to the lower, which then moved to other parts of the body. I had a feeling of utter exhaustion, where you just do not want to move but stay warm and just... Trip I guess. By no choice.
Hala told us stories of being in Goa many years ago when it was a hippie colony, very different to the developed Goa nowadays. She met Eric, a skinny older Scotsman living there, with long grey hair and a silver beard down to his belly. He was known as the God of Acid. She talked about the nights spent around a big fire lit on the beach, listening to the hippies playing music and dancing.
I then said: "I really feel I'm in Goa now and I've never been before."
Troy managed to call Torsten and said: "We're back at your place chilling. Come for a bit and we'll see what happens."
Torsten could be heard on the other side of the line: "Noooo. My home? Dude, I've been there a million times before. I don't wanna come home."
However, half an hour later, the door of the flat opened and Torsten literally jumped in, giving us a momentary fright. He said:
"I'm tooootally disappointed in you."
"Where were you?" Asked Troy, "I came looking for you."
"Well," Torsten answered, "I've been going according to our Plan. Unlike you all! You girls missed the dinner and now Le Clan!"
"Well," I said leaning on one elbow, "We would have if we had got ecstasy as opposed to LSD! And I threw up... Elegantly I may add."
"No," Torsten was amazed, "Really?! Stop saying TU."
"We've been tripping all this time!" Hala had to mention that word again. "What? TU?"
"Oh! TU for throw up!" I laughed, "Seriously, Torsten."
Thank goodness, the weather on Saturday was cold and rainy, which made it a better excuse to stay in for the next 24 hours! All I wanted was for this feeling of exhaustion to go away and to have my energy back.
Salar messaged me to ask how our trip to Prague was going. When I mentioned how the E turned into Acid, he wrote back: "I would like to remind you of what we discussed together last week... What is on the floor, stays on the floor!"
"No, no," I replied, "We actually bought the stuff!"
"Hahaha," Salar wrote, "When are you coming back?"
"From which trip?" I answered. "I was sitting in front of a white wall for some time, waiting for the view to appear."
"Try to watch a cartoon," Salar suggested.
"We are cartoons, baby." That was my reply. "When I last looked in the bath mirror, I looked like Countess Dracula with mascara running down one cheek."
"It should only last for 12 hours honey." His remark did not sound promising. He continued: "Did you have a love bite on your neck as well?"
"You're too sharp Salar." I said, "No. I wish at least! All I did was throw up in the river overboard. No time to give a love bite either."
Hahaha... We both wrote.
Oh boy did we giggle. But I really pray that this never happens to me again. I promised myself to be seriously careful with what I take. My kinesiologist today mentioned how I have to take some anti-oxidants for a month to get rid of the effect of that pill which I TU-ed and still managed to damage my body with. She played a piece of music by Vivaldi to calm my senses which happened to be a concert we sadly missed inside a cathedral in Prague. And why did we miss it?!
The story goes on of course... We managed to get some sleep before...
The rest of the Prague trip is to follow.
My first thoughts were... Wow, the E's in Prague must be super strong. Am I really throwing up? Does this stranger opposite get a kick out of seeing a woman puke? As it turned out, he seemed to have been out of it and had his eyes shut a while later, still smiling! I then looked up to see a couple of gorgeous-looking men get on board. Thank goodness they did not see me in that state! So I smiled and waited till they had their back to me before I could continue with my ritual. Oh, dear! That was not good.
Troy was super concerned: "Are you alright Haldita?"
"No," I replied, "Is there a proper toilet you could get me to around here?"
We were almost in the middle of nowhere! Just lucky enough to have a couple of taxis standing on the side road by now.
I saw Troy approach the driver and ask: "Is there a 5-star toilet nearby?"
He cracked me up, only if I was in a state to laugh.
At this point, we were all feeling uneasy and got in the cab on our way back to Torsten's, with him nowhere in sight. And so, we left the boat party.
I must have been 'tripping' in the taxi as Hala was covering me with her jacket to keep me warm. It was a feeling totally alien to me.
Troy and Hala were trying to figure out what was in that pill?
After a lengthy ride and the conclusion it must have been LSD we had taken, we finally arrived at our destination and got in the flat, to lay on the L-shaped sofa with a duvet on to warm up.
All I could hear was Hala saying: "We must be tripping."
I got what was left of my strength together and said from under the duvet: "Sis, can you stop repeating that word, it's disturbing me! We're on a trip already... Tripping! Tripping!"
The rest of the night was spent under the duvet giggling at the outcome of what was supposed to be our night out in Prague!
"This is so bizarre, this feeling." I kept repeating myself. "So bizarre."
There was a sensation of pins and needles on the surface of my skin, from the upper arms to the lower, which then moved to other parts of the body. I had a feeling of utter exhaustion, where you just do not want to move but stay warm and just... Trip I guess. By no choice.
Hala told us stories of being in Goa many years ago when it was a hippie colony, very different to the developed Goa nowadays. She met Eric, a skinny older Scotsman living there, with long grey hair and a silver beard down to his belly. He was known as the God of Acid. She talked about the nights spent around a big fire lit on the beach, listening to the hippies playing music and dancing.
I then said: "I really feel I'm in Goa now and I've never been before."
Troy managed to call Torsten and said: "We're back at your place chilling. Come for a bit and we'll see what happens."
Torsten could be heard on the other side of the line: "Noooo. My home? Dude, I've been there a million times before. I don't wanna come home."
However, half an hour later, the door of the flat opened and Torsten literally jumped in, giving us a momentary fright. He said:
"I'm tooootally disappointed in you."
"Where were you?" Asked Troy, "I came looking for you."
"Well," Torsten answered, "I've been going according to our Plan. Unlike you all! You girls missed the dinner and now Le Clan!"
"Well," I said leaning on one elbow, "We would have if we had got ecstasy as opposed to LSD! And I threw up... Elegantly I may add."
"No," Torsten was amazed, "Really?! Stop saying TU."
"We've been tripping all this time!" Hala had to mention that word again. "What? TU?"
"Oh! TU for throw up!" I laughed, "Seriously, Torsten."
Thank goodness, the weather on Saturday was cold and rainy, which made it a better excuse to stay in for the next 24 hours! All I wanted was for this feeling of exhaustion to go away and to have my energy back.
Salar messaged me to ask how our trip to Prague was going. When I mentioned how the E turned into Acid, he wrote back: "I would like to remind you of what we discussed together last week... What is on the floor, stays on the floor!"
"No, no," I replied, "We actually bought the stuff!"
"Hahaha," Salar wrote, "When are you coming back?"
"From which trip?" I answered. "I was sitting in front of a white wall for some time, waiting for the view to appear."
"Try to watch a cartoon," Salar suggested.
"We are cartoons, baby." That was my reply. "When I last looked in the bath mirror, I looked like Countess Dracula with mascara running down one cheek."
"It should only last for 12 hours honey." His remark did not sound promising. He continued: "Did you have a love bite on your neck as well?"
"You're too sharp Salar." I said, "No. I wish at least! All I did was throw up in the river overboard. No time to give a love bite either."
Hahaha... We both wrote.
Oh boy did we giggle. But I really pray that this never happens to me again. I promised myself to be seriously careful with what I take. My kinesiologist today mentioned how I have to take some anti-oxidants for a month to get rid of the effect of that pill which I TU-ed and still managed to damage my body with. She played a piece of music by Vivaldi to calm my senses which happened to be a concert we sadly missed inside a cathedral in Prague. And why did we miss it?!
The story goes on of course... We managed to get some sleep before...
The rest of the Prague trip is to follow.
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