Sheeeit landed in Amsterdam on Sunday night and after buying a bottle of Vodka at the airport, made my way to down town Amsterdam. Had mad difficulty locating my hotel as it was down this dodgy alleyway. Normally I wouldn’t care walking down most dodge alleyways but after dealing with two fvcked up incidents at central station with two junkies who tried to hassell me and then another incident right outside the train station where some fvcker thought it would be a good idea to ask me for my vodka.

Anyway after further contemplation made my way down the wrong alleyway got lost, walked down another one past these pot coffee houses with rasta dudes out front

Rasta – “You want to come in for a pipe man?”…

Me – “Man I gotta find my hotel”

Rasts – “Relax Man”

Me – “Dude I’ll start relaxing when I find my hotel, dump these bags in my room and get started drinking on this Vodka”

Rasta – “Where are you staying?”

Me – *points to map*

Rasta – *points right behind me*

Fvck my navigational skills suck!

Checked into my hotel where I was greeted by this American Chick who studied literature or something but I quickly got bored and started getting more amusement by drinking my Vodka than holding down a convo about how cool it is going to be in Amsterdam getting stoned. Amsterdam is full of Amercian tourists talking about how cool it is going to be when they get baked. Sure kid it’s going to be great. 15 mins later Ambulance rocks up and carries one of the American dudes away as he has OD’d on pot haha. Serious.  

For those of who know me, know I’m not a major pot head and my trip to Amsterdam was more focused on scoring some dope kicks and mad records.

Anyways first night out I checked out this drum’n'bass party which was off the hook. Just local DJs spinning some beats with emcees on the mic. Fun night from what I remember. I can’t really remember how I made my way home but somehow I managed to find my way. When I woke up the next day I freaked out cos I thought I lost my mobile and also had smashed my glasses. Now I’m walking around blind again.

The next day after scouring down some dope dutch pancakes I went on a journey to score some  Patta Air Max 1s. Was in London earlier and they were all sold out. The best thing to do then was hit up Patta itself. Well guess what I scored two pairs yeah!

This shit was heavy...for real I couldn't move for 30 mins after.

Patta AM1s yeah yeah!

I also checked out the Van Gogh Museum which was insane. I already new a bit about him but going to the museum  I also got to learn first had alot about what his personal thoughts and philosophies were. Yeah sure some of you are saying Wikipedia it dude…..but these are prolly the same cats that ipod DJ and spin premixed sets and buy fake Air Max 1s off Ebay. Either way I loved the museum and even wrote down some of his personal thoughts which he wrote to his brother. I dunno you might call me homo or something but his thoughts were beautiful and could be applied into different art forms.

- The source of his artistic drive was the urge to leave behind a certain souvenir in the form of drawings and painting in gratitude. Not to please some movement or other but in which an honest human feeling is expressed.

- Van Gogh was not interested in a traditional artistic education and decided to persure a course of self study instead. This way he wrote he would avoid a tame or conventional language.

While at the museum I get a call from this crazy Dutch guy Dennis yelling at me and then asking me why I’m so quite. I’m like “Dude I’m in a fvcking museum.” Well anyways as I mentioned before I met two crazy Dutch men in Stockholm, Dennis and Mark, well they were on their way to Amsterdam to show me a good night out.

Here we go again…this is the result…

Starting the night out

yeah I was pretty wasted else I wouldn't be playing with dogs cos they scare me : P

with the dutch crew getting loaded.

Ruth decided to join us as well. We met her in Stockholm but she is based in Amsterdam.

Prince charming...that's how he rolls!

After getting way too loaded we had to cruise. Dennis and Mark had to head as they had to head back to theirs which happens to be 2 hours away from Amsterdam and they put me in the right path home. All I had to do was walk straight down this this little street. But when loaded walking straight is never the option. Pretty soon I got my self lost in the streets of Amsterdam and was freaking out and paranoid off my head. Until I met a nice local. Can’t remember her name but she works one of the bars and had just finished her shift and was about to head home. She decided it would be good to show me some other places before taking me back to mine. We checked out some cool bars and drank more which I probably shouldn’t have but in all got home safe and sound.

the chick that ended up saving my ass.

One of the bars she took me to. Things got loose, like real loose.

The next day I hooked up with the Danish guys I was sharing rooms with. They were all chill dudes and we had been planning on having a few drinks so we decided to do breakfast. Breakfast consisted of the following and was finished off with rounds of Chili Tequila Shots which they had never had before. So when they nailed it they got a nice little surprised.

Chili Tequila Shots! What better way to start the day?

Time to Head back to London.

PZ

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So after an intense Tuesday night out in London, the next day I had to fly to Stockholm. Once again I was in a rush and regretting not being able to sort my sh*t out when needed. But once I arrived at Heathrow my flight got delayed by 3 hours. So I did what “Ravi” would do in most situations when there is time to spare. Hit the Bar and get my drink on.

Before you know it, it was time to board and I was in Stockholm sooner than expected.

Stockholm for the 4 nights I was stying was a very wet and dark experience. But either way I had a blast and met some crazy cats. First night in Stockholm there was a Bar crawl in place with a few other heads who were staying at the same joint as me. Most these kids were also on hols and despite being young and at a ripe age to party didn’t laster longer than 1am. During the Bar Crawl I met a Local by the name of Christopher who made me ditch the group I was with and showed me around town with his crew. Apparently in Stockholm Wednesday nights are considered little Saturdays. Pretty soon it was 5:30 am and my cue to head back.

The next day was spent digging for records. Now Stockholm has some dope record store but unfortunatley they cost a small fortune and there wasn’t anything I would have spend $100 bucks for which I could hold out on. But I did see this haha…

Graff in Stockholm, think this shit was protected.

Thursday night I hooked up with Mark and Dennis, two crazy Dutchmen who I quickly bonded with. Pretty soon we were know as the Australian and the two Dutch guys. The next day everyone wanted to tag along but when did our own thing as we had an appointment with Christopher.

On the Friday I get a call from Chris telling us he has got our night planned out - this is what followed.

Starting the night off. Well it was still afternoon,

Was introduced to Chris's boy Gustav...dude rocks Acrylick.

At this nice little joint called Little Persia. Dope little Bar

One of the randoms who I kept encouraging to climb this tower.

Hitting the subway on our way to the next venue.

We ended up at this joint the White Room which was quite insane. Everyone was real friendly…but apparently it was because they had not seen an ethnic Australian dude before and they all wanted to ask me about 257000 questions. When it came closing time we were wandering the streets of stockholm. After walking into a 7-11 that only sold mid strength beer we bumped into this taxi driver who said he had the full strength ish. He took us to his car where he gave us a six pack of the worst beer we have ever tasted and charged us about a 100 crowns. We got rolled. We were desperate.

Rocked back to our hotel where we forgot the security combination and had to sleep on the front foyer only to be let in at about 7:30am. We were once again talk of the hostel.

The next day we figured we had a reputation to hold, so once again got our drink on. We hit up the Bar Christopher works, “Big Ben”, to Start the night off. We ended up trying to locate this drum n bass party which was in the outskirts of stockholm in this dodgy industrial area. After spending way too much money on cab rides which could have been better spent on alcohol and not having much luck with the party we headed to this joint called Spy Bar. Once again this place was off the chain.

At Christophers Bar...my first drink of the night. Actually I lie, I had a few before heading out.

Dennis and Mark in fine form!

Christopher in action at the Big Ben bar stockholm. Yeah that's his joint!

In all Stockholm is amazing and the whole week was fast paced hectic with a lot of alcoholic consumption. Got to connect with some cool Swedes and had a ball. Next stop Amsterdam.

More deets soon : P

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After an intense Friday night out in Seoul and just making my flight on time I Landed at Heathrow London Sat afternoon. We got to Daves joint where I was greated with some Local beers. I was quickly told to get my sh*t sorted because alot drinking, catching up and hitting the streets needed to be done.

Initially we were going to hit up Fabric but it was decided to keep it to local clubs and bars either way the night was a hectic one and lasted till Sunday morning. Dave despite his old age still can get down with best and can teach kids these days what means to rip sh*t up.

Here are some tame photos of the night.

At Daves getting started up for the night.

Pure fvcking excitement. Don't know if it was cos of my attendance or cos of what we were consuming.

Drinking beers with the Slovak Mafia. We were well sorted for the night.

Beers...check! check!

The next day Dave took me to check out the markets at Camden. “I took the tube over to Camden to wonder around I bought some funky records with that hip hop sound” – you know how it goes…

Dope nuskool breaks tune I used to have but it got stolen along with a bag full of other gems outside my house years back.

Scored a copy of Up, Bustle and Out. Heads who know...know!

Oh yeah these were my sneaker pickups for the day. Also got a pair of yellow Puma Suedes but haven't uploaded the photo of them yet.

The rest of the days were spent drinking more, Digging more (for both beats and sneakers).

If you are ever in SOHO this is the place to spend some time digging.

Caught up with Mayank on the Tuesday night and we went on a bit of a Bar crawl which ended really messy. With me not really remembering how I got home and with him spending the night on a night rider bus. Yes this is the sh*t I do to have fun : P

Next stop Stockholm Sweden. More deets up soon

PZ

So on my way to Europe I had to stop over in Seoul for a night.

Gave my man Patrick a call to see if he was keen to hit the streets. I was staying in the outskirts of Seoul in a place called East Incheon which happens to be the business capital of the harbor area apparently.

Anyways as always things got very loose and we had a blast catching up, drinking up and getting down.

Here’s some shots of the night.

The view from my hotel room.

When you Bang it can Pane.....engerish???

Graff in East Incheong?

Walking down alleyways trying to find a Bar

This joint was called Beer Beer but when we went upstairs they had no Beer. Only Karoke

We finally found a Bar. It was a Rock Bar who's owner happened to be an avid collector of Vinyl. We soon got talking! And drinking...of course.

The owner gave us some nibbles to have with our beer. If you look carefully he gave us a cereal called Honey Smacks haha.

Soon we left the Bar in search of a new one. On the way we bumped into these two men in suits. If you're wondering what dodgy old men who travel to Asia looking for young chicks look like, we'll they happen to look like the two guys in the suits. Patrick was just causing a diversion so I could get them in the shot.

All we wanted to do was sit by the Bar and drink and chat away but this Bar Tender was apparently a magician and wouldn't leave us the fvck alone until he showed us his tricks. So I took a photo of him as means to shut him up.

I had this weird paper that caught on fire and burnt up, in the process it also burnt my hand. I was laughing at the time but shortly after I was cursing heavily in regret.

In Korea if you are a regular it is your right to stay in a Bar until you wish or are capable of leaving even after you pass out.

London here we go…

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