It is Saturday evening, Daniel arrived to the dorm room and we started chatting a bit! On his way back from London to New Zealand! He decided to travel around this region on the way! A bright young man, an engineer and I have learnt a few things from him in the few minutes we talked. I told him I take the night bus, so he offered me "Valium" pills to help me sleeping!
I left him to go for dinner. Somewhere on trip advisor I read about the "Happy Pizza" a pizza with a little bit of Marijuana on top. I went there and ordered a medium sized pizza. The waiter asked me slyly "do you want some weed on it?" I said yes! Do you want to smoke? I said no!
On the next table there was Ralf sitting, a Dutch guy thy started breaking the ice by asking me "how do you like Siem Reap so far?" We started talking and chatting and then he joined my table with his glass of wine! We talked about many things! A big deal about politics in the Middle East and ISIS, while I was eating my pizza! We finished the food, went to pay to find the waiters checking my face eagerly to see the effect of the weed. I didn’t notice anything myself. We started walking back in the direction to my hostel. Somewhere on the way, the cannabis started kicking in! I believe it was the time needed to be digested and absorbed into my blood! For the next 18 hours or so, I wasn’t me!
I started feeling thy I have an aura of absence of perception. That my perception starte around 20 cm far from my skin! Started perceiving questions slowly, a few seconds after they are said. Ralf found this to be hilarious. I felt half of my brain is not functioning, while the other half was monitoring it and making scientific remarks and theories. By the time I arrived to the hostel, 3 or 4 people offered to sell me weed! WTF, do I look like an addict already?!
I went directly to my bed in the top bunk, intending to rest for an hour before taking my bus. I woke up 14 hours later!! I didn’t sleep immediately however, I started being disconnected/slow from the outside world. While my brain was working on a turbo speed inside. I remember clearly the patterns that started forming in my brain! The flow of new ideas that I wished I remember later. However, i rememered none! I felt that my brain can solve any problem in the world! That I have great clarity! In a few seconds, I could evolve ideas! However, solutions disappear even faster. Easy come easy go! I felt that I have solved 100 problems but I remember none of them. Like my brain can solve but can’t retain any information!
I, however, tried to write some of the ideas to read later! Some had really shitty handwriting that I couldn’t read afterwards. One was about a theory, that of horoscopes are right, and that the locations of stars tells about your personality, then there should be in principle a certain constellation of stars that is the best time to have a child, therefore is the best time to plan pregnancy. This, however, might give some reason for discrimination. If you are born on that day, you are cool. If you are born on another bad day, you are doomed to be a shitty person! Now while writing these words, I remember that Hindus plan the day of marriage based on the stars, If I’m not mistaken.
It was a horrible night. I wanted to checkout and catch the bus, but I didn’t dare to get off the bed and climb down in this state. I preferred to sleep and sacrifice the bus. I leave tomorrow!
However, I needed to go to the toilet. I climbed down in the middle of the night with great care. Walked slowly to discover that o can’t make it to the toilet probably. I sat on the floor in front of my dorm room waiting for my balance to settle. It improved marginally! I went on slowly with success. I felt burning under my skin. It wasn’t really painful but rather remarkable. Not extremely annoying either. But it was there.
In the morning I was dry! Dehydrated somehow. Went for breakfast to recognize that I am still stoned! No hallucination, just as if you haven’t slept for 2 days. There were gaps in time. I trie to sleep in my chair in the restaurant but I think It was noticeable that this guy has something wrong!
I went back to the hostel and sat beside the swimming pool, waiting for my brains to come back to me! It took sometime and was gradual. I spent sometime reading in hope of boosting my cognitive recovery!
I now remember that the fucking happy pizza was written in a comment in a forum and not trip advisor! It was not happy. It was interesting though! I could see clearly how some geniuses use it to boost their creativity and problem solving. But probably not as much as they put in my pizza! I didn’t enjoy the abscence of my brain!
