Remember that old trope about how hashish is made? Mexican peasants run naked thorugh the marijuana fields, then scrape their bodies off.
What if you were to go to Mexico, do your own running, and, when stopped by the sniffer-dog at customs, say “oh - that must have happened while I was hiking at the naturalist resort! If one of these young ladies could give me a sponge-bath, we can set this all right.”
Went through Narita about a month ago. Someone left a stripey bag in the middle of the floor. WOW - was there a serious response! Plain clothes, uniforms, sniffer dogs, blast padding, remote robot, men talking into their upturned collars (and a bunch of western tourists watching from the mezzanine saying things like “You think the owner just went to the loo? Boy is he in for a surprise when he gets back!”).
That would be a lot of drugs to do overnight. Humm. Don’t remember much.
It’s especially funny, because of the harsh laws for drugs. I know a guy who spend a month in jail because a single marijuana seed was found in his car. Most Japanese have never smoked pot or even know anyone who does. People don’t know the difference between grass and harder drugs.
Then Customs goes and lose – what is for Japan – a huge quantity of hashish. It made one of the top stories on national news last night.
And they didn’t even have the courtesy to lose it into my bag. Humm. All this talk of Japanese efficiency.
At high school here they have “sports day” which is sort of like field day in the states. Each class makes a class t-shirt and flag, and then they participate in different events like relay races and throwing balls in a basket and such. My “rebel” class of seniors made shirts with a huge pot leaf on the front. The teachers thought it was the maple leaf from the Canadian flag.
People drive around with air fresheners in the shape of pot leaves. The kids have them and rasta colors on pencil cases. By and large, Japan has no idea about drugs.