Most often I tried (or rather, consume - because I tried it back in Russia) grass. I was treated to her in Italy, in the Balkans, they were especially eager to share in Morocco and in Georgia - in both of these countries she is almost in a legal position. For a long time I didn’t understand the effect, but I didn’t refuse because it was not very polite - and I wanted to finally understand that everyone is stupid. I understood from the tenth time in Montenegro: inhibited consciousness, in a peculiar way interpreting what is happening, an unusual course of thoughts unusual for me and fun. It was the only time in Holland when I bought weed, I can't say that Amsterdam marijuana was especially memorable. In Georgia, I managed to catch a light bad trip from the grass: I fell into cyclical paranoia about who and what thinks about me, felt stupid, incapable and deserving of ridicule and condemnation, could not get these thoughts out of my head and brought myself almost to panic ... Since then I avoid this type of drugs.
I also tried a cupcake with grass and mushrooms in Holland. I would like to repeat the pastry experience. I ate half of the cake, waited for the effect for about an hour - and then I was attacked by unrestrained laughter. It was funny even from the fact that it was funny to me, others do not understand why it was funny to me, and because of that it was even funnier. Film The mushrooms were not very impressed. Of the five options offered by the seller of different strengths (from relaxation to "flight into space"), I chose the middle option - and got light visual hallucinations and a mi-mish mood, in which I was tempted to think about something good, share it with others and hug ... I had at hand twenty postcards with views of Moscow, which I planned to give to good people I met on the way, and my friend and I stuck under the mushrooms at least every minute, admiring the views of our hometown and remembering good moments.
In Kiev, I had a chance to taste a white powder, which was presented to me as cocaine. We were sitting in a big company at night in a street cafe in the center waiting for friends, the owner of the establishment leaned out of the window of the house and invited us to his large, but empty apartment. He was clearly under something, and after finding out that I was the eldest of the whole company, for some reason he called me to the toilet. On a marble sink, white powder was scattered and a twisted hryvnia lay. The man invited me to share his "meal" with him, and when asked what it was, I was told that it was cocaine. I thought that I would hardly ever be offered free cocaine, so I decided not to miss the opportunity. I did not feel any effect on myself - only drowsiness disappeared, and strength appeared to move. It was not possible to find out if they had slipped me a hair dryer or something else.
The ayahuasca mentioned above would also be happy to try.
In Cambodia, as well as in America, every second, if not everyone, offers you weed. And some other incomprehensible things that I would not try, but in vain ...
I've tried cocaine, mushrooms (it didn't work for me in any way) and marijuana. Every second person smokes her in the USA: you hitchhike a car, sit down, and almost immediately the driver can offer you a joint.
I want to try ayahuasca in Peru. This is such a hallucinogenic drink from South America that you drink from a vine under the supervision of a shaman. That is, in fact, this is a whole ritual. I think it will be fun to look at this from a cultural point of view.