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Spending the week caught somewhere between a haze and a whirlwind it's no surprise that the closing day of Cannabis Cup came so quickly. Having spent the last four days hustling the coffeeshop crawl and getting the skinny on the competing strains I was ready to cast my vote. And so, it seemed, was everyone else. At the expo the ballot lineup stretched outside of the building. Patrons spent the wait time discussing potential winners and puffing last-minute samples. After about forty minutes I found myself at the polling station and how fitting, it was 4:20 on the button. While certain categories can only be voted on by a hand-selected group of individuals, the 2,500 regular judges were able to vote for the year's best best coffeeshop strain, best import hash, best Nederhash, best expo booth, best glass, and best new product. The votes were cast via touchscreen ipads, a first for the Cup this year, and with an ever-increasing number of judges it's probably the most efficient way of getting everything tallied up. The mood was a bit more subdued than usual on the shuttle back to central station, a week at the Cup can really take the spring out of your step. The bus was still thick of smoke, but even the smoking seems to have caught up with people; the ride was starting to sound like it was coming from a bronchitis convention. The closing ceremonies are a popular event, Melkweg was jammed soon after the doors opened at 9pm. Welcoming the crowd was the Jimmy Buffett-esque Temple Dragon Band, an eclectic group led by this year's Hall Of Fame inductee Steven Hagar. The awards ceremony officially began with a ceremonial candle lighting, and the first order of business was to present a gift bag containing samples of every weed entry to all of the participating coffeeshop owners. The rest of the evening was spent announcing the winners in a variety of categories; First, second and third place winners were called by a series of celebrity presenters including Ghostface Killah and Danny Danko, with DJ Scram Jones punctuating the affair on the crowded stage. While some winners left the stage after a quick wave and thanks, others had more elaborate acceptance speeches prepared. Accepting his award for Best Sativa, local legend Soma stayed on message with his signature ten-foot dreadlocks splayed about the stage: “Cannabis is a great thing. Cannabis is never going to go away, it is just going to blossom and blossom and blossom...†Mason Tvert summed up his seminar from earlier in the week in accepting his award for Freedom Fighter Of The Year, telling the crowd that the key to success is dialog, while Nol van Schaik explained how the now-defunct Weed Pass started out as a misdirected solution to a parking problem. In all dozens of marijuana businessmen, growers, activists and inventors crossed the stage to pick up an award. It was a ceremony of well-deserved back-patting within the industry and marked the end of a week-long celebration of all things cannabis. It's an interesting time for this much-maligned plant, as the legalization movement spreads with unprecedented force buoyed by actual, bona fide success. Who knows, maybe next year we can do the whole thing in Denver. The winners: Best Expo Booth: 1 – Big Buddha Coffeeshop 2 – Cali Connection 3 – ROOR Best Product: 1 – Big Buddha goodie bag 2 – Puffit Inhalers 3 – Tiny Sister, ROOR Best Glass: 1 – Drill Bill, ROOR 2 – The Puk 3 – MF Doom Borch, DNA Genetics Dutch Masters Award: Wernard Bruining Nol van Schaik Best CBD Strain: Lions Tabernacle, Cali Connection Best Nederhash: 1 – Lemon Crystal, Green House 2 – Grey Crystal, Grey Area 3 – MOG Ice, Green Place Best Import Hash: 1 - Sharkberry Cream, Green House 2 – Twizzler, Green Place 3 – Moroccan Lemon Haze, The Bush Doctor Outstanding Seed Company Hash: 1 – The Weezy, Reserva Privada 2 – Tangerine Compound, Rare Dankness Seeds 3 – Tangie, DNA Genetics Freedom Fighter Of The Year: Mason Tvert Best Sativa: 1 – Amnesia Haze, Soma Sacred Seeds 2 – Sour Amnesia, Hortilab 3 – Green Shack, Strain Hunters Best Hybrid: 1 – Loud Scout, Loud Seeds 2 – Rockstar, Bonguru Seeds 3 – Rugburn OG, Rare Dankness Seeds Best Indica: 1 – Kosher Kush, Reserva Privada 2 – True OG, Elemental Seeds 3 – SFV OG Kush, Cali Connection Counter-Culture Hall Of Fame inductee: Steven Hagar And here it is folks, according to an international panel of judges collected here in Amsterdam for the 25th annual Cannabis Cup, the best marijuana in the world for 2012 is: 1 – Flower Bomb Kush, Green House 2 – Shoreline, Green Place 3 – Evergrey, Grey Area

Activism is a natural part of being a marijuana enthusiast. It's the nature of the beast when such a widely used product is so universally demonized; even the casual smoker can't help but be caught up in the legalization debate. Even here in Amsterdam pot is only de facto legalized; marijuana possession remains illegal though the city is tolerant to the point that the opposite seems true. And even this was a situation in jeopardy until very recently. In the last month two troubling changes were officially taken off the books in Amsterdam: the notorious Weed Pass that would limit marijuana and hashish sales to locals, and a rule that would force coffeeshops within 350 metres of a school to close down. With these issues at least tentatively put to rest the big buzz has been the recent legalization initiatives that have passed in both Washington and Colorado. In a timely coup the Cannabis Cup had booked a seminar with Mason Tvert, one of the main engineers behind the successful Colorado referendum. Straddling the expo alley of booths is a white tent that houses a large lounge area and a seminar room. Nearly 200 people were seated in advance of the lecture and when the speaker was introduced it became clear that Tvert is a highly regarded celebrity among these circles. And with good reason. The man had a well-planned strategy and he succeeded in a relatively short time where so many had failed. In 2006 a survey was released showing a third of Americans thought that marijuana was more harmful than alcohol. Another third of those surveyed believed that the harm was about equal while a further third were aware that alcohol was a safer drug than alcohol. The stat that most intrigued Tvert was the fact that 75% of the latter group was in favor of marijuana legalization. Tvert figured that if the public was educated on the relative harmlessness of marijuana they would naturally drift toward the legalization movement. He further realized that if someone was convinced that marijuana was harmful all the standard legalization arguments would fall on deaf ears. Who cares how much taxes the stuff would bring in if one is under the impression that pot is a harmful drug? So the focus began with awareness. In 2006 Tvert started Safer Alternative For Enjoyable Recreation (SAFER) and after accumulating just $30,000 in donations he ran a successful ballot initiative eliminating criminal charges for adult cannabis possession in Denver. SAFER built the momentum by organizing media stunts, student initiatives, and hosting non-binding campus referendums. In no time they had a statewide ballot initiative up and running. This one cost SAFER $125,000 and was voted down. “It takes millions of dollars to win,†says Tvert matter-of-factly. “It just does.†The millions were forthcoming. When the state opened up dispensaries in 2008 the marijuana movement built in leaps and bounds. SAFER kept up with their media circus by calling out the major and the governor for their hypocritical support of alcohol and ran a thought-provoking family-oriented series of billboard ads. When the ballots were counted three weeks ago full legalization and regulation of marijuana was passed in Colorado with 55% of the vote. You can imagine the applause in the seminar hall. While there is no “silver bullet†to attack federal laws (ballot initiatives can not pass at a federal level), Tvert says that there is a blueprint – the end of alcohol prohibition. “Most states will opt out of marijuana prohibition and the whole thing will come tumbling down,†enthuses the optimistic activist. Indeed, legislators in several other states are already drafting bills to loosen their own marijuana laws and the dialog level around this issue is high. The Amsterdam model proves that tolerance works and when people see this happening in neighboring states they are likely to follow suit. Back at the expo the High Times staff was busy making sure everyone was having a good time, the booths were busy showing off their wares and an ever-present cloud drifted up from the crowd to the peaked glass ceiling of the former locomotive workshop. Seeds, grinders, pipes, bongs, everything is available here except the smokables themselves, that is offered up only in vapor form. That said, patrons are free to wander the hall smoking their own joints. That freedom extends to the shuttle bus, the smokiest ride you're likely to take. Dozens of huge joints burning at once, smoke billows out of the open ceiling vent making the bus look like a coal train. It's good conditioning for the evening's coffeeshop crawl, one smoky room after another, many of which are ventilated only when the door opens to admit another customer. There was a fine mist later in the evening as I walked to Melkweg, the first rain I've seen. If it washed away any of the lingering odor from my clothes I became tainted again as soon as I entered the venue. The smoke fest continued right through the MF Doom show as marijuana and beer flowed through the bustling crowd. The silver-masked rapper and his oversized sidekick spewed a constant rhythmic babble that approached speaking in tongues. The samples were sparse and interesting; MF Doom even sucked in the aficionados when he rapped over a Frank Zappa loop. I'll be straight, when it comes to hip hip I don't know my shit from my shinola, but I've been around the music industry enough to recognize professionalism, and MF Doom has it down. Easily the most solid and, well, professional show I've seen in the last two years at Cannabis Cup, Doom pulled the energy that Ghostface Killah couldn't and kept the crowd seriously moving for a solid ninety minutes. On the way back to the hotel I stumbled into FEBO, a chain of ultra fast food outlets scattered about town. FEBO is basically a large vending machine, burgers and sandwiches sit behind little windows in a wall of compartments. One needs only toss a coin into a slot and warm sub-par food is in hand. It's dirty, it's fast, and it takes the human element out of the equation altogether. It's the world's most impersonal way to fulfill a basic human need. So fitting then that I detoured through the Red Light District on the way home. FEBO for sex. Scantily clad women sit in crimson windows waiting for someone to throw a coin in their slot, so to speak. Some ladies are actively trying to lure customers in while most sit idly reading a book or checking their text messages. Again, the world's most impersonal way to fulfill a basic human need. Rest assured gentle reader, I drew the line at FEBO, the rest was merely window-shopping.

I met God today, and his name is Theo Jansen. No, I did not meet God while munching on space cake in a corner coffeeshop. I met him on a wooded hill in Delft. After enduring a near-heroic early wakeup I was still an hour late leaving this morning. I took the inter-city train to The Hague and made my connection to Delft, a little city made famous for their blue and white ceramic pieces. After a short tram ride I set off on foot through a neighborhood of identical starkly square homes that looked like something out of A Clockwork Orange. Rising out of this antiseptic environment is a small hill topped with trees. Littered about are the skeletons of a man's life work, and nestled among them is a small green cottage. This tiny workshop is the birthplace of new life form. This is where the strandbeest was born. Coming up the hill I was met by a smiling man with wispy, graying hair. Wearing a toolbelt and dressed for the fall weather in a thick workshirt, Theo Jansen was busily applying a new innovation to his creature. “It started when I used to write for the local paper,†he explains. “I wrote a column suggesting that someone could use the PVC tubing that is so prevalent in The Netherlands to build creatures that could go off and live on the beaches.†With the idea germinating in his head, a few months later Jansen decided to take up his own challenge. He began experimenting, building legs and joints out of PVC tubing, and in the process began the evolution of a new life form. While his first prototype wouldn't even stand on its own, twenty-two years of constant tinkering has produced some astounding results. The Strandbeests now resemble large winged insects made from thousands of PVC tubes interacting according to a vital 13-point motion equation (“The beest's DNA code,†claims Jansen). These creatures can move along certain surfaces on their own, and by storing wind power in plastic bottles the strandbeests can move their tails, raise and lower their wings, and sense when they are approaching inhospitable territory, like water and soft sand. It's this detection system that Jansen is currently trying to improve. “I just came up with this yesterday,†he says. “With this evolution the creature can detect soft sand and water four metres further in both directions.†As he speaks the strandbeest lifts its tail and and flings it back down, seemingly of its own volition. Out of the tail extends a long thin tube, its new antenna. It looks to me like the new idea worked perfectly, but Jansen jumps into action, pulling clamps from his toolbelt and rearranging a mess of tubes. “Usually my ideas are wrong, but the plastic shows me the right thing to do.†I left the creator to continue with his work and explored the boneyard scattered among the grounds, a collection of earlier strandbeests bleached white by the sun. There are also some strandbeests in perfect health that can be pushed or pulled along. Up close it's easy to admire the inherent simplicity in such complicated machines. Therein lies the trick in creating new life forms I suppose. “When I began I thought this would take a year to complete,†says the happy inventor. “I still have twenty more years to evolve the strandbeests, it is a shame that I don't have a million.†Sauntering down the hill I looked over my shoulder and saw Theo Jansen had already re-engrossed himself in his new device. Punctuated by blasts of air pressure the strandbeest's tail flapped up and down, Jansen tinkering with his scraggly hair blowing in the wind, a man gleefully engaged in creating giant brainless monsters that he dreamed of setting loose on the beaches to roam free, and I think I heard him whistling a happy little tune. Back in The Hague I had time for only one of two planned outings. Though I was very excited to see the Louwman Museum, the world's oldest automobile museum, I thought the art of MC Escher with his perspective-bending take on infinity would be a more fitting for a side trip from the Cannabis Cup. Housed in a former royal residence, the Escher Museum is a three-storey immersion into the reflective world of one of the world's great artists. While the collection isn't huge, it certainly is iconic. So many pieces that have become ubiquitous in popular culture: the self-portrait in a silver globe, the impossible staircases, the birds morphing into fish, all the biggies are here, and the layout is accessible and informative. Back on the quick train the Amsterdam central station I marveled at how busy and blatantly efficient the rail system is here in Holland. The trains run often and they run on time. There is signage everywhere that is updated in real time and you never see someone running for their connection. Here lies another bunch of great ideas ready for implementation in North America. Back in the 'Dam it was another scourge of the coffee shops to end the day. Visiting all twenty-four of the competing shops is a challenge that appears less and less plausible as the week begins to wane, but it sure is fun trying.

I paid the price for a long and arduous first day in Amsterdam with a solid fourteen hour sleep. By the time I woke up I had already missed the seminar I was hoping to see at the Cannabis Cup, though I suspect I'm not the first person who has done that. Blowing off the expo, the order of the day became a further exploration of the competing coffee shops. Voyageurs, Bluebird, 420 Cafe, there are dozens of places vying for best coffeeshop and they all stock different competing strains, so as a judge it behooves one to get around as much as possible. Though each coffee shop has it's own vibe they all operate basically the same. Most have a standard bar serving non-alcoholic drinks alongside of which is a smaller counter that sells the smokeables. There is generally a laminated menu offering about a dozen different kinds of marijuana and hashish, priced about eight euros and up per gram, plus there are pre-rolled hash and weed joints available, with or without tobacco. Most places sell space cake as well. There is a five gram limit per person and that rule extends beyond the coffeeshops; one can only legally possess five grams. There is also a limit to how much product a coffeeshop can have on the premises at any one time, and the busier places need their suppliers to come back several times a day to restock. And that is where things get a little sketchy. According to the murky balance of law and tolerance in The Netherlands the stuff just magically (and legally) appears at the back doors of the coffeeshops. It's not a perfect system, but it's been working for decades. To the end user (pardon the term) it all seems to work very well. Tourists absolutely flock to these places. It's often hard to find a seat in most coffeeshops as people from all over the world sit amongst a smattering of locals and enjoy a freedom not afforded them at home. Let's face it, most of these people are not doing anything they can't do in their own country, they're just doing it in the open and legally. And it feels good. People want product, people buy product, good times and profits abound. It sure looks like a sensible system when you see it in motion. With a full day of exhausting research behind me and feeling the need to unwind I headed to Melkweg for the evening's entertainment. The Cannabis Cup pass includes nightly concerts, all in the DJ/hip-hop vein and all at Melkweg, one of Amsterdam's premier music venues. I arrived to find rapper N.O.R.A and DJ Scram Jones kicking it out to a full house. The bars were busy, the beer was flowing, and with about 1,200 people smoking heavily there was no need for a dry ice machine. The audience was kept busy between acts lunging for a multitude of free t-shirts and other swag that was hurled from the stage. The promoters were also tossing enormous joints into the crowd. “They're for sharing,†they yelled. “Puff, puff, pass! Puff, puff, pass!†The air was so thick you could barely see the stage when DJ Symphony started the show with a booming, “We came all the way from New York City, let's see your hands in the air!†He did his best to get the crowd off their mellow and hyped for the headlining act Ghostface Killah. The Wu-Tang Clan alumni emerged wearing an oversize red jacket and obligatory baseball hat. He lifted the mic to his lips and let loose with an endless barrage of rhymes that weaved around manic drops by DJ Symphony for the next 75 minutes.. It seemed like it took a while for Ghostface to truly get into the groove. After the first song he called out the light guy. “You gotta change this shit up muthafucka! We gotta work tough, it's the muthafuggin Cannabis Cup!†The lights merely changed from a static white to an equally static red. After the next song he had some words for his accompanist. “DJ's being an ass right now, been smoking that shit too, huh?†He even took a moment to berate the crowd, telling them he gets energy from the audience, and if they aren't putting it out he can't give it back. “You're my Duracell batteries,†he urged, “let's see you jump up and down!†But the audience was so sedated they couldn't sustain energy more than thirty seconds at a stretch. In what looked like a last-ditch effort to get the room hyped he invited fans to help sing some Wu-Tang classics. A few audience members were led onto the stage as the DJ kicked into Protect Your Neck. The pressure was on but Ghostface told us not to take it easy on them. “If they fuck up make sure you boo their asses off the stage!†Killah started off with the first verse and then handed the mic off to a fan who did an admiral job. For the second verse he handed the mic to another fan who just absolutely killed it. This guy took the moment and ran with it, he rapped his ass off like he had been living for this. It was truly his Rocky moment; he went the distance and we were all there to see it. His verse done, he handed off the mic to thunderous applause, easily the most enthusiasm the crowd had felt all night. Ghostface felt it too. “That shit is real,†he said. “N-----, you just won the Stanley Cup!†And with that the spent fan vomited right then and there on the stage. For good or ill that was the peak moment everyone was looking for, and launching into another Wu-Tang standard C.R.E.A.M. Ghostface Killah managed to ride the energy for the rest of the set. It was fitting that he closed the show by saying, “Peace to my n----- who threw up on the stage!†Killah knows who got the party started. After the show I had a hankering for some rock and roll so I headed across the Leidseplein to a live music bar called The Waterhouse, live bands every night and the cover is always just one euro. There was a kickin' four piece band with a pair of guitar powerhouses playing the shit out of two chords. They started off their set with Bill Withers' Use Me and raged to a dozen patrons like they were a crowd of thousands. Every song turned into a massive guitar battle with the rhythm section stepping up with a few dazzlers of their own. In short it was a great cap to a long day. The beer kept coming and so did the killer rock and roll. I don't know which did me in, but somehow I ended up asleep in my hotel room.

The red-eye to Amsterdam had me arriving at my hotel before 9am Sunday morning, I dropped off my bags and headed out for an early-morning walkabout. The sun was shining as the city began to wake. Pockets of last night's leftovers stumbled along the bricked alleys as the occasional bicycle whizzed by, locals flitted about their daily business, and most of the windows in the Red Light District were still dark. The trans-Atlantic flight had been crowded and over-quota on crying babies; I was in bad need of a coffee so I found a shop just opening for the day. It was just me and the proprietor. As quiet lounge beats lulled out of the speakers he drifted about wiping tables and cleaning ashtrays, I parked in the window booth and watched the world walk by. Before long the door swung open and a couple sat down, then another and another. Soon there was a lineup at the counter as early customers pored over the hash and marijuana menu. These places get busy, and they get busy fast. Of course coffee is a mere afterthought in Amsterdam coffee shops, the clerk spent considerably more time weighing grams than he did filling cups. Taking my leave I wandered back towards my hotel and was surprised to find the main street lined with families. I joined the throng and soon marching bands and floats emerged, it was the annual parade marking the arrival of Sinter Claus! Curiously, the major attraction is the Black Peters, and they are everywhere. Dressed in colorless jester costumes with every inch of skin painted black, these dark minstrels threw candy and toys to the children, many of whom carried inverted umbrellas to help them catch all the booty. From a North American stance it's a jarring sight; children screaming for the attention of smiling fools in blackface, but the context made it clear that I was witness to a cultural divide and not a racial one. As the red-robed star of the show arrived on horseback I ducked into my hotel, checked in and headed out. Time was moving on and I wanted to make it to the Cannabis Cup expo in time for the opening ceremony at 4:20. The expo has changed locations this year and I got a blistering tour of the city trying to find it. Eventually picking up the trail of heads carrying swag bags I found my way to Amsterdam Roest, arriving at the bar/restaurant in a semi-industrial area that serves as the hub for Cannabis Cup festivities. As I turned the last corner I heard loud whooping in the near distance; I had just missed 4:20. I found the rest of my way by sense of smell. Alongside the Roest bar is the expo itself, housed in a rugged roofed alley. This is the 25th running of the Cup and these guys have learned to run a tight ship. The check-in process was a breeze, and equipped with my judges pass lanyard I started the swag-collection at the High Times booth for my official t-shirt, program and schedule of events. My sore feet lamented the detailed map and shuttle bus info to get to the expo, but that's info that will come in handy going forward. The hazy hall was packed with proprietors and enthusiasts paying homage to the mighty herb. Booths fell into a few basic categories: seed sellers, clothing companies, glassware, and new smoking products. Judges meandered about sucking on vapor bags and gathering gear and info. Stickers, papers, filters, lighters, one can walk out of here with a year's supply of smoking aids. I spent an hour cruising the booths and chatting. I always find the new products the most interesting, last year's rubber ashtray (The Smashtray) for tamping out bowls was a favorite. A couple of interesting items at this year's expo are the Medtainer, an innovative grinder/storage container, and the Puk, a clever six-barreled round pipe that retails for 20 euros. Now armed with the very informative program I found the bus that shuttled patrons to and from the expo in no time. Most seats had a table fitted with drink holders and ashtrays and with the stereo blaring the party got rolling before the wheels did. Arriving back at central station the rest of the evening was spent visiting numerous competing coffee shops where patrons kept busy sampling marijuana strains that were vying for this year's Cannabis Cup. 420 Haze, Resinator, Casey Jones, White Fire OG, potent smokeables that ranged in flavor and potency, soon the real test was to find something that would cut through the numbness and make one high again. Refueling with some life-saving middle-eastern fast food in the form of durum, a sharwarma-like lamb pita with crispy fries accompanied by nameless ethnic condiments, a few drinks were in order. Years ago coffee shop were barred from selling liquor so many places split into paired entities; you can buy weed in one place and smoke it while enjoying a beer next door. These places became the focus of the night until fatigue finally overcame will. Staggering turned to lurching and at midnight I made my way back to the hotel for a minibar nightcap, having been up and at it for thirty-two hours. First days in Amsterdam tend to be long and a bit vague. With a full week of Cannabis Cup ahead I expect much more of the same.

Ringed with canals and hundreds of stone bridges, endless bike paths and row after row of stunning gabled buildings; to get lost strolling through the labyrinth of cobbled streets that is Amsterdam is one of the great joys of Europe. As you wander you'll inevitably pass by some of the world's greatest art collections and some of the world's most conspicuous window displays, and though the city is undeniably famous for Van Gogh, Rembrandt and the centuries-old Red Light district Amsterdam is most notorious for its liberal attitude towards marijuana and hashish. It's what keeps me coming back. And it's what keeps the Cannabis Cup coming back. Now in it's 25th year, the High Times-hosted annual search for the world's top smokables begins November 18th and ends with a prestigious awards ceremony on November 22nd. As you read this thousands of judges are making their way to Amsterdam ready to hit as many coffee shops as they can and sift through the world's best strains of marijuana to select winners in a myriad of categories. And just how does one go about becoming a judge in the Cannabis Cup? That's easy, just buy a ticket. A pass runs about $275US and includes daily admission to the expo where dozens of booths offer up tons of swag, lots of information, and twelve-foot tall vaporizer bags filled with contending strains that get casually passed through the crowd. There are daily seminars featuring knowledgeable expert panelists and nightly concerts at Melkweg exclusively for pass holders, and several of the city's coffee shops give out free samples and offer special Cup package deals for judges. Best of all your pass allows you to vote for the world's best hashish and marijuana, an award that is not taken lightly. To win a Cannabis Cup is to have your strain known around the world. It inevitably leads to global notoriety and increased sales, in short: a very big deal for entrants. For marijuana enthusiasts it's an honor to cast such a heady ballot and hundreds line up to do so on the final day of judging. Last year's Cup was a resounding success, marred by a shocking raid of the expo by Amsterdam police. In the unprecedented move dozens of officers swooped into the building, judges were searched and released and the expo resumed as normal the next day. There was a smoking ban enforced at Milkweg for Thursday night's awards ceremony and while spirits (and judges) remained high, the questionable future of the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam was the talk of the coffee shops on Friday morning. Of course you can't be in this business without being resilient and the organizers kept their cool and took it in stride. With a new exposition venue and an engaging lineup of panelists and musicians it looks like the 25th Anniversary Cannabis Cup may be their biggest event ever. There's lots to talk about this year, from the two successful ballot initiatives in the US to the tightening of regulations in The Netherlands, and of course there are still plenty of coffee shops to get lost in and around. Concerts by the likes of Ghostface Killah and MF Doom will keep the Melkweg thumpin' at night, and everything in between is beautiful Amsterdam. Keep your eyes on this spot in the coming week as I file daily reports on the Cup from start to finish, with deviations in and around the city so I have stories to tell my mom.

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