Obviously though,people were going to do it. You didn’t travel all the way to Amsterdam on your big overseas experience just to sip a few beers and walk the Red Light District. So those of us tasked with getting 30 or 40 young Australians and Kiwis safely through Europe for a few weeks would advise our passengers:if you visit the Bulldog,a notorious “coffee shop” in central Amsterdam,and you buy the magic mushrooms,don’t consume the whole box. Go easy.
Most people took that advice on board. Some people didn’t. On my final night working on those tours,I was called by a few passengers while I was sitting on the Leidseplein drinking a beer,and asked to come help:“Lucy’s struggling.”
Indeed,Lucy was sitting in the Bulldog and she wasn’t looking great. She was barely conscious at that point,slumped in a corner. OK,let’s get her some fresh air and see what we can do.
I put her arm around my shoulder,lifted her onto her feet,and together we made our way towards to the door. About halfway there,Lucy turned to me,gratitude registering on her face,and threw up all over me.
Was that a rite of passage,back in the day? It doesn’t seem the classiest way to mark your progression into adulthood. And yet for many young Australians,that really was the thing you did,after school or after uni or when you’d finished your apprenticeship:you got on a plane and you toured around South-East Asia or Europe.
You partied hard. You drank too much. You took drugs. You tried things you wouldn’t normally attempt back home. You met people. You went a bit wild. You returned home with a whole lot of experiences that you would probably just keep under your hat from now on – there was no need for everyone back home to know.
But the world changes. People change. Technology changes. Trends change. And those old rites of passage become passe.