I made the trip north, used my Eurail pass with dope-orders burning in my pocket & a stack of some cold hard cash to purchase a stash.
In fact, it was a secret clandestine mission, a paid commission to find the highest-quality.
And I did score, several grams of Lebanese brick did the trick. The whole school called in sick for a week, hungover on the highest-quality, smoked out on pins & cups.
After I got back from that one trip to Amsterdam, they called me "The Smuggler" & I became a legend amongst my peers.