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So recently I went to Berlin and Amsterdam with 4 friends.
It was the first time I traveled outside my home country without my parents and I was really psyched. We arrived in Berlin on Thursday the 8th of August and found out when we arrived that the apartment we had booked was in a shady neighborhood in Neukölln. We decided to take a walk around and see what was what, bought some Sternburg and Pilsator and got drunk back at our room, didn't really do much that night. The following day, Friday that is, we went to Kreuzberg, strolled into Görlitzer Park and got offered to buy weed. A friend of mine(dummy) bought 2 grams of a turk for 50€, the turk then asked him if he wanted MDMA and he pointed towards me. I was very skeptical at first but I got to see it and taste it and it was, to my surprise, actual brown crystals of MDMA, 2 grams for 80€.
We got some chicken at hühnerhaus and went back to our room, where we found out that Tokimonsta was playing at a local club called Gretchen. So we got drunk, popped some molly, went to the club, got more drunk, had a great night. I had eaten 1 gram of this stuff however so the comedown was really brutal. I was in a sleepwalking like state. I didn't know what I was doing, walking around the apartment naked from the waist down, puking on my bed and sitting in the kitchen for 4 hours rocking my torso back and forth like a schizophrenic. I don't remember it but the following day I see a video.
I wake up the next day and I'm not hungover since I'm in a foreign country and you don't get hungover on holiday, and start getting ready for the Dopplereffekt show later that night at Suicide Circus.
We walk more around Kreuzberg, have a burger at Burgermeister, back to the room and get a little drunk, go to the show, I forgot my passport so I took a taxi back to the room and then back again and go into the club.
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I'm going to Morocco next week (Marrakech, Fez, Chefchaouen), I have a few questions about money
How common are cash machines?
How much money should I take out at any one time? I have inside pockets sewn into my trousers / shorts where I can put my main stash of money and keep it safe from pickpockets
Should I carry an emergency stash of Euros (or Pounds Sterling) incase I run out of the local currency and can't find a cash machine?
Any tips for bargaining and bartering are greatly appreciated. Is pretty much everything fair game for negotiation? If a street vendor tries to sell me food for 50DH, how much should I respond with? If I'm trying to buy a nice chess set, the seller says it's worth 1300DH (£100) and I want to pay about half that value, what price should I start negotiating at?
All other information and opinions about morocco are very welcome
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You get these threads all the time.
Socially inept people in their twenties who are apathetic about everything, desperate to find a purpose in life.
The /trv/ approach seems promising to many, escaping your daily routine, leaving your comfort zone, overcoming your defense mechanisms, see the world and get some insight on life.
Well, I tried.
I got to see the world, I met many interesting people, I got out of my shell.
I was happy, euphoric for the first time in many years.
That's what I made myself believe.
I'm still the same apathetic underachiever.
It makes me sick to think about how every other traveler I met was wearing the happy mask and how I did the same.
It's just a game of pretend, a role play.
This isn't real live.
/trv/, your medicine is nothing but a placebo