The Amazing dope stories of Mau

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Nirvana - Netherlands and the sixties

Good to be back! I’m gonna start with the earliest memories I have concerning weed. For that I have to go back to the mid 60 ties. As a kid I used to hang around at the center of my town, where back in the days, the youth hung out. Mostly long haired, hippies, who sat on the street, where they held conversations, playing acoustic guitars
and, they mixed some green herb with their shag. 

In my eyes they were a bit of outlaws, for the village was mostly a very puritanical place, where everything out of the ordinary was looked down on. And I liked them. I found them so cool, that peace and love generation, that I definitely wanted 2 things when I was grown up. I wanted to grow long hair and I also wanted to smoke that green herb! Well, those two things I for sure did!

The first time I was introduced to DA WEE, was by a cousin of me. I must have been 16 years old. I saw him in a weekend and he asked me to come with him. He had a car and i sat next to him in the front, where he opened the glovebox and took out a bag with lovely smelling weed! It must’ve been at least 250 grams!

Nirvana - Netherlands and the sixties

He was an undercover cop in the big city, and he told me, that, on one of his night patrols, he caught a dealer. He made a deal with that dealer (lol) and said: ok, for this time I’m just going to confiscate your drugs and will only give you a warning, but let it be clear that the next time I will have you arrested. The dealer was very happy he said, and he promised to never do it again.

My cousin never reported it, and kept the weed for himself! It was African weed, probably Nigerian, which was one of the most common at the time. Later I discovered more available weeds from Africa like Durban poison, Swasi and Rooibaard. Every time I saw my cousin in the weekend I asked him if he still had weed,and if so we went to his car and got high.

At the time there were no coffeeshops yet. The only place where you could buy weed or hash was at a dealer. There were house dealers in some busy discos and bars. That way the owner of the place didn’t risk losing his license for illegal activities, he just blamed the dealer and had "nothing to do with it"‘. But ofcourse they had a piece of the pie. When I wanted to smoke, I knew a bouncer, he sold only 2 kinds, Moroccan hash, wrapped in aluminum foil. A slice of 5 gram was 25 guilders at the time (12$) and he had weed ,mostly African, also 5 grams for 25,-, which always had seeds and sticks.

Nirvana - Mau caught

Also you could buy hash and weed on the street, but it was mostly sold by hard drugs dealers who were addicted themselves. One night Rene, a friend from me and I bought something on the street, that area was infamous for its crime, prostitution, junkies and a normal person would not go there especially at that time of the day. But ok, we bought some, and while we were hanging out in a porch trying to smoke a joint, the undercover cops suddenly showed up and arrested us. It was a rainy night, we didn’t think, why was it so quiet actually, normally there were much more people around, little did we know that the city had a crackdown on dealers and junkies, so they were rounding them up.

Because we looked suspicious, they thought we were using hard drugs there, and maybe shooting up there, they arrested us! Well, at the police station they searched us and of course they didn’t find more than a bit of weed. Obviously we didn’t look like junkies, and after they found out that we just wanted some soft drugs, they let us go.

It wasn’t long after that the first coffee shop was opened, which was actually also a bar. The place was called The Scene and was in the heart of the city center. Here’s where I met people who, in my opinion, had a different view on life. Instead of getting stupid drunk, they had conversations, debates, idealistic thoughts. They were quite more interesting. So I became a frequent visitor there. Also they had a steady supply of a few different kinds of weed and hash. Which was so cooooooooool.

During that time I made more and more friends who were smoking weed. More places opened that started to sell all kinds of weed and hashish. We had fun days that we went to the beach, at nights, where we took food and drinks and our pipes with us. We made bonfires and one day when the sun rose, I found out we were actually at a nudist beach! First time for me, I was feeling a bit awkward, mostly older people,laying butt naked in the sun. Little could we do then to join them. Later in the day we ended up playing bongo and guitar in a restaurant at that beach, all naked to collect some money to buy food. To great fun for all the other nudists of course, and we got free food from the owner.

Nirvana - Mau caught

I was living with a guy who claimed to be one of the twins playing in the famous Dutch band Earth and Fire. We used to have parties at his place a lot. One day a guy named Fred, came back from Morocco with a suitcase full of hash and a liter of hash oil. He sold all the hash and oil but kept some of the oil for himself. He asked if he could stay with us in exchange for a small bottle of that oil. So I got a hold of that bottle of hash oil, must have been worth thousand dollars at that time, and all that you had to do was spread a little bit over a cigarette, it burned up while smoking and made you high as a monkey!

One day I asked 13 friends to come over, for I wanted to make hash food for them using the hash oil. I made a huge amount of fried rice and mixed 1 spoon of that oil through it. The party lasted 3 days, peeps were sleeping everywhere, stoned from the food and it felt like it lasted forever to ease. Very well remember, afterwards, that going to the toilet to poo took ages, for it was like chewing gum that got stuck, LoL.

Nirvana - Mau caught

So I met more and more people in the first coffeeshop in Rotterdam.
We smoked, got high and started conversations like Socrates and Plato style, a totally different world.

We had a plan to go on a trip, hitchhiking to the South of France.
The night before we intended to leave, we met two crazy older women, one of them had a husband who was a dealer she said. They asked if we wanted to come to their place for a smoke and we agreed. On the table were at least three big plates of hasheesh. I had never seen that much hash before. We could smoke what we wanted, so we did our best. Then all of a sudden the dealers wife came in the room and started to freak out, pulling out a big gun and addressed me to go sit on the table, where all that hash was laying. I thought she was going to shoot me, and she kept on rolling joints, until the morning when she finally fell asleep herself, on which we quickly disappeared!

Well, the next day we went hitchhiking and arriving in Paris, we were looking for other travelers, I think they hung at place Pigalle. We made some friends, smoking some and after a few days we decided to go more south. Jan, a friend I was with, had the stash with him, and it was one day that we were given a ride by some Jehovah witnesses or so. They said their car didn’t drive good, coming all the way from Paris, and when it started to drive normal again, there were we standing on the side of the road with our thumbs up. They thought that it was an act of God so they stopped and gave us a lift.

They asked us where we were going to and we said just to the beach, but then they asked us if we wanted to stay with them, for free! We agreed and put up our tent in their garden. They asked us to join them for supper and we had a great time. What’s not so great, that in the night, we wanted to smoke some and Jan couldn’t find his stash anymore! We thought omg, what if it dropped in the car! They would be very disappointed and send us out. Jan had of course this big wooden cross around his neck, and acted as if he also was religious. He actually said his name was Jean Claude de Baptiste.

Luckily nothing happened so seemingly they did not find our stash. We stayed for a week or so, it was near the beach in a place close to Nice.

(1981)

After a while we decided to get on with our trip. We hitched to Cannes, I had a few crazy experiences there that I’d like to share, although out of dope and almost out of $$$, we bought some 33 (trente trois) beer, the cheapest there was to get us going. Emmm, we sat up our tent late at night on the beach, a nice and cool place. Until the next morning, when I got woken up. Someone had opened the zipper of my tent, and was pinching my toes. I looked up and saw 2 cops. Those funny hats of them, Louis de Funes style. They told me that it was not allowed to put a tent up there, and if we would like to move.

Nirvana - Mau caught

I said okay, but the first thing I did was get out of my tent, making head rolls and then ran to the water to take a bath, in the sea. To my surprise, I heard a lot of clapping and cheering behind me. Little did I know that I put up my tent next to the place where the yearly film festival of Cannes took place! The crowd that was waiting to enter, watched the whole scene and must have been thinking that it was funny! Maybe it looked like a small movie itself. Live action! In awe of the support, I wasn’t afraid of the cops anymore and they let us go. We went to look for another place, found a spot in a park, and as if the devil was involved, that night, a horrible thunderstorm broke down. We packed up, and went in the city, where we went into an apartment block. Went down the stairs, took out our sleeping bags and spent the night there.

The next morning when I woke up, I saw a guy that stared at me for a moment, turned around, and came back with a rifle in his hands, aiming at me, with a mean German Shepard on a leash with him, barking aggressively! He held us under siege until the cops came, who arrested us, and took us to the police station. They searched every thing, and omg, was I glad that Jan had lost his dope.

They asked what we were doing there, down in the cellar, all in French of course. Luckily my mate could speak better French than me at that time, he explained 'Che est l orage'. We were scared to get hit by lightning and took refuge there. Thankfully they understood, and asked us to leave town, on which we agreed. Oh, by the way, they took us in a police van and dropped us 20 km out of town, haha. Then we decided to go back to Holland. We took the night train from there, and naughty as we were, we went inside an empty special cabin with 4 beds, 2 bunk beds left and right, and fell asleep. Not for long, a loud knocking woke us up. We didn’t open, but after a while it was forcefully opened and a conductor asked for our tickets, which of course we didn’t have. A very angry Jewish family with kids were waiting, we took their place, sorry.

Then we laid ourselves down in the hallway, between the many people who were sleeping there, mostly soldiers going back to camp, for it was a Sunday.

We made it as far as near Lyon, where we finally got kicked off the train.

So there I was, kicked out of the train, hungry and still wanting to go back home to Holland. Broke, so we had only one choice, hitchhiking back. Standing for hours, no one seemed to care, but then finally, an old Renault stopped. There were 2 guys inside who asked us where we wanted to go. Nearest to Holland, we said. They laughed, took us in, and asked us to spend the night with them. Okay, sure. One tall Moroccan guy and a small French one, offered us to stay for the night. We came to a small place, called Tricot, where they had a cute little French house. They started to make some food from flour and water, making some breads on or in the stove and we ate that with honey. If we liked to smoke? Hmmmm, sure, but where did they get the dope from? The Moroccan guy turned out to be a dealer! They produced a big plate of hash, and wow, off we went. Guess what, we didn’t sleep, but smoked all night! Until we finally dropped.

Nirvana - Mau caught

The next day, same thing, cooking, eating, smoking! Wow, went on and on, they were dealing shit in that area, and we were lucky to end up with them. Sometimes they got called away, leaving us alone, trust between smoking bros, hey! That funny Moroccan guy, he had great ideas on how to build his home made from an airplane, complete with 100 s of drawings he made. He got very excited whenever he was stoned and kept on explaining how he would make it possible. I simply let him talk and, yes, hmm, this and that, uuhm, but, No but, it was possible in his opinion.

Still not growing myself yet….Just hold on!

Nirvana - My first 100 lights

Skip the trip through the Middle East, and Africa. I came back to Holland and wanted to find out more about growing. I started off with bag seeds, they call them nowadays? Just seeds that we didn’t smoke, but planted them in pots. The first ones were ridiculously small, I harvested them and hung m upside down in the toilet, and after dried, picking some of it and smoking it. Didn’t even know the difference between male and female flowers, sometimes got just tired, sometimes high.

I met a guy, who had skunk seeds growing indoors under lights. He invited me to show his set-up. He gave me a smoke of his products and men, never got that high! At least not for a couple of years. I thought it must be that fertilizer, or something, I couldn’t get up for an hour or two.
Definitely I was gonna do the same.

So, I convinced my wife to make space in a storage room. I hung up my first light. I got hold of a Kush plant, results were amazing. 250 grams dried herb! Sold my first indoor crop and invested directly in another light. That went on and on until I had no more space left and then persuaded friends and within no time I had a 100 lights working!

It was around 1990 that I met a guy who had a boat and was running low on cash. He asked me if I would take over the place, it was a houseboat like you see a lot of in the centre of Amsterdam. It was located in a famous canal called ‘Oude Schans’. For a bargain I took over his rent. He ran an illegal hotel on it. The only thing that was a bit decent looking was the cabin.

Nirvana - My first coffeeshop

For the rest he had placed a bed in the hold of the ship, with smelly mattresses, it was actually a horrible place. I had some customers, mostly backpackers, and then I had an idea! I was going to make a coffee shop out of it. I cut the down under in half, had a makeshift bar/desk, put some tables and chairs inside and hung up a sign with COFFEESHOP on it. I made a menu in a kind of business card holder book, with some weed and hash.

Now, since I was already selling my skunk to other coffee shop owners, I made some good connections to buy wholesale hash and other weed. Because I was producing myself, I could sell my weed at double the price! Very quickly the word spread, here you could buy 2-1/2 grams for 25.00 guilders So I had more and more customers. From all over the world they came and famous peeps like the singer of XTC, Red hot Chili Peppers and Theresa Teng (known by all Chinese), became my friends. Also I met some remarkable people, like the son of a famous American Indian, a witch doctor from Hawaii, a native spiritual leader.

Lots of people sent me seeds, that’s how I got let’s say for instance the famous Hawaii seeds from someone, the one I hybridized to make Hawaii Maui Waui. I also got seeds sended over from Brazil, I remember it was a sweet smelling but very fluffy kind.

In the front of the ship, I had a small secret grow place and that was fun because the heat and smell of my grow place went up to the place where the customers were sitting on the deck and smoking, so the cops must have been thinking, that’s just from the people smoking, lol.

Nirvana - The T-boat

That’s how I called it. I was making too much money to receive social benefits from the government any longer, so I registered my first company. Surprise, the boat belonged to the president of the hells Angels, who also had a coffee shop, called the Other Place. We became good friends. Business was good and fun.

In the T-Boat business was booming. I had to hire staff, installed espresso and coffee machines plus a fridge with drinks. I upgraded the deck to become a hang out. There was a hammock between the masts and I rented the place out for private parties. There was a set up in mid ship, with a drum kit, keyboards and guitars. And a pirate flag flying high. There was a small window at the waterside, where even boats anchored, and ordered their smokies, oh yeah.

I remember one time, I went to one of my coffee shop owner friends to buy a kilo of Afghan hash. Walking back through one of the busiest streets in Amsterdam, I had stocked the slab between the belt of my trousers. Suddenly, one of the heels of my boots fell off! And right in front of me were a couple of cops giving directions to some tourists! I just kept on walking, step- clock, step- clock! They looked at me and all started laughing, and I was like, oooh shit, just keep walking, act normal! pffff.