Ah shrooms, one of my favourites.
In my heyday of drug taking (I haven't done drugs for maybe 11 years now) shrooms were by far my favourite.
I first did shrooms in Amsterdam, purchased them at a coffee shop by the red light district, I was offered a selection of shrooms from a menu, all with different descriptions, some offered a more gentle trip such as colors leaking and auditory senses being heightened.
However some offered a very hard trip and since I had never done shrooms before I of course, being the sensible individual I was, opted for the hardest possible trip there was in that shop, Mexican shrooms I believe and yes, I did the whole bag LOL.
Well what I will say is this, in the next few hours I rode naked on the back of a moped with two random girls I had never even seen before, both of which were high themselves, I had stripped myself of clothes in the middle of the red light district and urinated into Amsterdam canal whilst huge weird pink elephants and clowns danced around me.
I witnessed a 50 year old women insert a banana into her Vagina at the aptly named "banana bar" she then signed my forehead with a pen (using her vagina) to which I burst out in hysterical laughter for what seemed like an eternity (I was clothed again at this point btw.)
I visited the van Gogh museum afterwards to watch paintings melt in front of my face and wanting to lick random people because I was convinced they would taste like strawberry ice cream.
My friends, one of which was sober and the other who had also partaken in shrooms albeit not the Mexican ones both carried me back to the hotel we were staying in where I then decided that the wall of our room was my best friend and I had to keep touching it because the texture of it felt so damn good
I nearly went on another naked journey into the hostel lobby however fortunately somebody in the room upstairs dropped a joint on the ground and lit the place on fire so we all got moved to a 5 star hotel as nowhere else could have us.
Once we arrived at this hotel after a very strange monorail ride where I was convinced I was captain jack sparrow I then sat in bed, smoked the biggest blunt packed with Amsterdam's finest weed and passed out.
It was quite literally the best experience I have ever bad on drugs.