Eventually my travelling for my company started taking me on trips out of the country for weeks at a time. As this happened more and more frequently and the durations were getting longer and longer, I started thinking of ways that I could get some weed into the country with me. Some of the methods I used and the reasons why I wasn’t entirely comfortable with them follows.
Colombia Reverse Smuggling 1996
Even though they no longer contained lead, I decided to cut open a toothpaste tube at the top and squeeze out all of the toothpaste. I was able to then insert about 6 joints that were rolled and double bagged into the tube. I topped the tube back off with toothpaste and taped the top back on. I put the tube and toothbrush into another baggie and put them in my steel toed boots inside my checked baggage. I had no problems getting into Colombia, but when I came home U.S. Customs really searched everything thoroughly but I had smoked it all and tossed the tube so there wasn’t anything suspicious.
South Korea 1998
This time I decided to bring some along in carry-on baggage because I was going to be changing planes in SFO and Seoul and each plane change was a potential luggage search. This was before the days when everyone carried a laptop and cell phone so your carry-on bag would usually be used for toiletries, snacks, and camera. I carried 4 rolled joints inside my toothbrush holder and jammed them in so that they wouldn’t be exposed even if they opened it. I was working in a city called Taegu in Korea and the first thing I did when I checked in was get stoned since it was Sunday morning and I had the day to myself.
I left the hotel and since Taegu was about 150 miles southeast of Seoul they did not see the U.S. soldiers down there. All the kids were intrigued by the white giant and they would follow me and point and laugh. Their parents were all apologizing and I told them it was OK, I didn’t mind. I went into a Pizza Hut and ordered a “Chicago Style” pizza, which was crust, tomato sauce, pineapple chunks, cabbage, and a little cheese. Needless to say that was the last pizza I ordered in Korea.
See International Stoner: Part II!
International Stoner: Part I
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