Rising to the challenge once more, I arrived at the Cannabis Cup to discover that we had no electricity. A fiasco ensued, during which we almost attempted to dangle over a 30ft drop to the main hall below, in an attempt to utilise one of the few remaining sockets, positioned conveniently out of reach over the other side of the balcony. Presumably, this was the reason it was unused.
Having sorted out the electricity using my magical powers, I proceeded to take a hit from our incredible hand engraved jade bong.
Space had already taken a hit of 'Flashback' from Yabb at Homegrown Fantaseeds. Space, was spaced. We resolved to just get as many people stoned as possible, handing out hits on the new Chrome Rok-IT bong from Red Eye, the Roor Ice Fairmaster and of course, our hand carved baby. We weren't planning to sell the hand carved bong, but some of the offers we were getting from visitors to the stall were pretty hard to resist!

The Cannabis Cup generally seemed to slow down as the days went by, and by the Wedesday, everyone was just completely stoned the entire time. A few half hearted attemtps at doing business were made by various companies. We were offered a new DVD called 'I Grow Chronic' by the film's director, and a man called Eric repeatedly came past asking if we would try his new bucket bong invention, which would hopefully distrbute to the masses. Having the distinct impression that I would actually be required to function for the rest of the day, I declined the offer of a bucket bong... The DVD however should be on the site quite soon.

When the day was over, Space and I (Mark was still laid up in bed, completely unable to move/speak/smoke) travelled towards central station in search of food, and a place to hang out for a bit. We resolved to keep wandering around until we found a food place that appealed to us... We ended up back at Barneys.
One steak and many spliffs later, we decided to move on to the Melkweg.... via the Dampkring. I simply HAD to get more of that NYC Diesel. We trtecked around for what seemed like forever. The Dampkring is not the easiest of coffeeshops to locate, and the map in the cannabis cup guide was roughly as helpful as the hundreds of dutch road signs that we had blindly attempted to follow at the beginning of our journey. Eventually we found the Dampkring, only to discover that there was a maximum purchase of 1g of NYC Diesel per customer!!! I guess the stuff is just THAT good.
We left almost immediately, as time was getting on, and went in search of the Melkweg.

Once again, either the map we had was pretty damn useless... or we were just way too stoned to be able to follow it. We wandered around all over the place, looking at the slightly more helpful tram maps, which at least include the universal saviour, 'You are here'.
We must have looked pretty desperate, because a scruffy looking Dutch guy came and asked if he could help.
We asked for directions, and he walked us all the way into Leidesplein, all the way reassuring us that we were folling tramlines, and that he wasn't planning to lead us into an alleyway and mug us. We gave him a little bit of cash for his trouble, and wandered into the Melkweg, to find a group on the main stage rapping about cannabis. I'm pretty sure that one of the rappers had visited the stall earlier in the day. We watched them for a while, smoking some of the bubble hash we'd also purchased in the Dampkring, before hailing a cab... who very obviously saw us coming... and led us around numerous closed roads and backstreets, charging us far more than neccasary. We were too tired and stoned to argue.