Somewhere on the plane ride there I came up with a brilliant idea - I should eat a space cake before the flight back and, well - go to space! I was also hoping to make it to a cheese store and at least bring back home some of the delicious cheese. But sadly, all the shops have closed when I arrived in town.
But not the coffee shops ;)
Before I begin with the story, here's a disclaimer:
I have been avoiding writing about my psychedelic adventures but honestly, I don't care how you chose to live your life and I really don't care how this story comes off. These kind of things are more fun when you remember them and share them later.
Needless to say you should consume anything responsibly and mindfully, be it alcohol, drugs, chocolate or shopping for clothes.
I also don't wish to offend anyone with this post or make you concerned about me. I am ok, and I apologize if this kind of information makes you uncomfortable.
After successfully retrieving mom's ring I bought 1 cake for myself with the idea of eating it right before the security check, thus having the full effect last for the majority of the flight. I went out of the shop and suddenly realized that since I didn't make it to the cheese store, I had nothing to bring back for Boris. I went back to the coffee shop and asked the nice girl if it was safe to take the cake on the plane with me. She said she had done it once and suggested to cut the lable of the cake off where you could clearly see what kind of cake it was.
We did that, and back to the airport I went.
I was very familiar with the boarding process at the Amsterdam airport. It's pretty small to begin with and I knew where my gate would be, so all in all I was in a familiar situation where I knew where to go and how to act.
However, after eating my cake very secretly in the bathroom stall I began to get majorly nervous about the other cake in my bag. What if the scanning machine would somehow detect it?! I would be handcuffed and thrown out of Europe forever!! But in reality, I had so much food in my backpack and the cake was no exception, so what different would it make?
And so I went through security and no one even blinked to my direction. Easy peasy. (lol no guarantee you can smuggle drugs on Easy Jet flight, ok?)
There was a 40 min. waiting time before the plane, so I had something to eat and checked social media. After something like half an hour I suddenly raised my head from my phone with the realization that my lips and hands are numb and the sounds around me began to be more distinct. Do not panic, I told myself and proceeded to walk around the waiting area and into a very long corridor where the gates were. This was the kind of airport corridor with moving floor panels (not sure how you call them) and you can guess what happened next! The full effect was going strong!
I really love moving when I'm on psychedelics, so I would usually walk for a very long time or try to climb and interact with my surroundings in different ways. I also like listening to music, but that I knew would come later in the plane. Meanwhile I was walking up and down the moving floor panels imagining I was floating. When you're in that stage, imagining anything is a lot of fun.
All this time I knew there was still like 20 min left before we are allowed on the plane, and my gate hasn't been opened yet. I frequently checked the departure board to see if there was info on my gate.
When on psychedelics, my biggest fear is to lose control completely and not know where I am or what to do. Thankfully, since I was alone I trusted myself more and was more alert than ever. As mentioned, I was in a familiar place and there wasn't any stressful airport happenings around. Moreover, this is not my first or second time on space cakes so I knew how my body and perception reacted to it. I suppose this would have been horrific for a first time....
Things began to escalate when I sat in the plane. Time distorts so much that you think a minute is an hour long. So before we actually took off I had the feeling I've been sitting in the plane forever.
I've used the time to listen to music. I didn't have any 70s prog on my ipod but I did have Stoned Jesus' Seven Thunders Roar album, which features a lot of instrumental parts.
The thing about music in this state for me is that I don't need much to have an "experience" - just the simplest minimalistic music can get you in a completely different world!
I remember thinking "so this is how Stoned Jesus actually sound like!". Oh my, the ideas that come to me while listening to music whilst being high....
It really felt like going up in a spaceship when the plane departed. Space perception was pretty distorted by then, especially with the plane constantly vibrating around me, that I didn't even feel my feet. I felt like I was sitting with my legs facing up like in a movie spaceship!
I personally love flying and experience flights very easily, so if someone out there is terrified or gets nauseous this might not be the best idea hehe.....
I did have trouble closing my eyes through the first moments in the air since I got dizzy having vertigo not knowing where was up or down. Luckily that feeling passed.
The best part about the flight though was the flight attendants. I tried not to look at anybody fearing to act strange and cause discomfort, but I almost lost it when the flight attendant spoke in the microphone. What sounded like instructions in German at first transformed into a mashup of latino male names and then just plain gibberish! Listening to any kind of speech and trying to make sense of it is crazy fun. I made a mental note to listen to the radio next time I'm up for an "adventure". Every time the flight attendant spoke it was the same thing - Leonardo, Maurizio, Fernando!
The flight was only an hour and a half, which is enough for when you're tripping. Towards the end of the flight I began to feel the effect wearing off, thankful for it as I would have to exist a crowded Berlin airport and find public transport at nighttime.
I was dead tired from the entire journey when I came home, but when I told Boris about it he completely flipped, and said he wouldn't have risked it himself. Now he's very excited to eat his own cake when the right day comes.
All I know is that this is a hell of a story to tell my grand kids! I was even surprised how adventurous I am when being alone. I would have never done this with Boris by my side because I would've been too worried about him.
The greatest lesson that I learned from this journey is that I can actually trust myself and maintain control in a situation that could have went horribly wrong. The decision to get high on a plane was my own and I didn't let my head go to wild, uncontrollable places which it might have been. I was confident and calm, and for an otherwise pretty anxious and nervous person - this is an achievement!
I would love to disconnect from my fear of losing control and go into deeper, more spiritual "adventures".
Meanwhile, I woke up the next day to work as usual and boy was I fucked up.....