Inside the mind of a drug smuggler.

[Guest 26753]

no time

 

[Feyd]

Good story, loved it

 

[Guest]

Good story, wouldn't the guy you stole the hash from want to find you? i'd watch out he could have DSL.

 

[jarff]

Wow....I carried 20 K,s of hash from Montreal to Nfld....by plane..but I got busted..800 miles and you flew half way round the world and had help from everyone you ran into..Your # wasn,t up and I guess you already paid a big price for that Mercedes..Congrats on making it back to civilization....great story..days gone by
jarff

 

[Chamba]

travelling into and out of how many airports with that hash in your pack ....phucking mental!..why didn't he sell it in the first country he landed in....but instead runs the guantlet 5 or 6 times ....a good read, but that's a story on not how to smuggle hash

 

[NorCalChron]

the site doesnt get to choose who posts but I think IC has the most informed and friendly stoners on the net.

Thanks for sharing, very suspensful!

 

[bounty29]

You can make the title below your name say anything you like through the user control panel, some people like to make it look like an official title, but most are just custom made. You have to be a member to post here, and you have to wait a while after registering before even being allowed to post.

Please don't let one member here being critical of a story that happened decades ago ruin your view of this forum. ICMag is a great forum, and the good far outweighs the bad. The negatives come and go, but the majority of positive members and contributors stick around.

That was a great story, really a good read, I was scared you were going to get caught at your last hurdle, but luckily you just made the other passengers late!

Welcome to ICMag, I hope to see you around!

b29

 

[pico]

moose- You are able to edit the 'registered user' text under your name. Chamba is registered on ICMAG, but chose to put 'unregistered ganja user' under his name.

I don't see what the problem is with his post either. Same things I was thinking really. Same things you are thinking as well. Not the way to do things, but it was a good read and you got away with it. What is the problem? No need to over react here.

 

[British_Bulldog]

Smoking Moose - an interesting story, thanks for sharing.

You refer to previous smuggling (of motor vehicles) - how long did you do this for? and maybe you could share some of the things Zulphi taught you?

Thanks

 

[FRANKENBLUNT420]

yeah man, love to have you, love your snippit of life, but be easy!!! look at how many people gave you praise and one clown decides to say something and you get all huffy?!?

c'mon man, you know you are tougher and better than that, for real. the pendelum swings both ways , you know that. just as one will hate, one will love. nerves of steel and you get riled by one clown?

man smoke something and find the real cats on here, you will be allright

 

[Jack D Ripper]

This story should be narrated by J. Peterman, makes it much better

 

[Chamba]

Pico said I don't see what the problem is with his post either. Same things I was thinking really. Same things you are thinking as well. Not the way to do things, but it was a good read and you got away with it. What is the problem? No need to over react here.

actually I thought I was being restrained in my comments....all I read was a tale about a hash thief who stupidly runs through 7 potential points of interception when two would of done it..as I said before that was mental....

sorry if I didn't add the adulation or sympathy you crave....btw it wasn't Zulphi's fault you were busted for car smuggling, it was your own bad luck or mistake......the way I read it, you ripped him off for 250 grams, not the other way around..he was doing you a favour by giving you 250 grams of the 500 grams to keep for yourself!..you lost his benz, he gifts give you a 1/4 kilo and he's the bad guy?

here's a suggestion for a title under your name ...."knickers in a knot"....lol

 

[KingRalph]

Moose, just wanted to say, and maybe I should have yesterday since you did end up taking the story down, that I enjoyed it immensely and appreciated you sharing your experience of years past. the way you wrote it had me enthralled, and I ended up with nothing but respect for how you handled your adventure.

pay no mind to all the nitpicking cynics who can't even fathom the tribulations you went through. i for one was glad to have read that window into the first-hand feelings of what it was like to pursue such a treacherous path and could care less about the details you left out, and am just happy you had your much-deserved freedom in the end, to then share it with others.

I emplore you to post the story back up again, so that many more can enjoy it, and to ignore the naysayers who couldn't develop the courage it takes to do such things if their life depended on it.

Thanks for the read, and take care.

peace n green thumbs all.

 

[panopticist]

Damn, I didn't get a chance to read the story...

Would you please post it again?

 

[Jack D Ripper]

It was well written, but sounded like a tall tale to me... regardless, you've got to chill out moose man, flaming n00bs is half the fun of the interweb, and what makes it fun is when you can really irritate people. So dont give anyone the satisfaction, just smoke some dope and zenify thyself.

 

[R03]

Smoking Moose, I too enjoyed the tale of your experience immensely. I think it was very well written. You know if you wrote a book about your experiences, I would be first in line to buy it.

There's always a few people that talk $hit, maybe they're having a bad day, maybe they're just $hit disturbers. Majority of people here are pretty cool cats. I think anyways.

Welcome brother,

 

[Reality]

Yeah would you please post it back up?


Never got to read it and would really appreciate it.. I've always wondered what it would be like to actually do this.. The adrenaline rush must be insane.

 

[HuffAndPuff]

Moose,
I am sorry I missed your story, it sounds like it was a good one. I can't comment on the story, but I would like to share my .04 on the aftermath.

Now, perhaps the thread has been selectively edited, and they adjusted the post numbers, too. I have seen this happen here, but it seems like it's really rare. So, if that is the case, forgive me. If it is not, I am having a very hard time understanding what Chamba said that got you so worked up.

Are you referring to post #5? If you are, I have to tell you that I would have expected someone who served time in Sagmalicar to have a bit of a thicker skin than that.

Overall, I have found the people to be kind, caring and considerate. Especially given that this is the internet, and full of all types, ICMAG runs a pretty tight ship. If you stick around you will certainly have to learn how to take some criticism, but you will also find a great community here.

Stay Safe,
HuffAndPuff

 

[HuffAndPuff]

Ok, so I found this in the google cache, and unless there was a damn near identical thread, this thread has been heavily redacted, and post numbers changed. Here is the original post:

"Hey Tokers, I'm old but I'm new, at least to this site. I first started smoking back in 1977. I had only just been released from Sagmalicar Prison in Istanbul, where I had been locked up for smuggling cars. I'd been backpacking around the world and had ended up in Munich, where I was offered the golden chance to drive a BMW to Teheran. All expenses and a princely sum of DM600 on arrival and a return ticket to Istanbul. I did one uneventful but exciting trip, came unstuck on my second trip and ended up in Sagmalicar.
Some may recall that Sagmalicar was where Billy Hayes of "Midnight Express" spent a bit of time. Well, to say the prison was brutal would be an understatement! On my release, the buggers who employed me to run the cars to Teheran would not pay me, as they reckoned I had not completed my end of the deal cos I had not reached Teheran. As the car I was driving was still registered in my name, I had some leverage and swung another deal whereby I would carry half a kilo of primo Turkish hash to Munich, keeping half for myself as payment for my aborted trip. Bear in mind my head was pretty messed up from being locked up, tortured and beaten, and the decision to carry the hash was not necessarily the best option. The movie "Midnight Express" had not been released and the risks of smuggling were not widely realised. Once airborn, I arrived in Zurich and decided I had had enough of the buggers who had employed me, so I re-routed my ticket and made my way to London, then New York, then finally on to Montreal.
So, there I was in Montreal with a half a kilo of premium Turkish hash. Not being a toker, I thought I should try some of the stuff I had imported. Not being experienced, I smoked too much and ended up chundering all over the Youth Hostel dorm. When I got my wits about me I got some advice on moderation and that was the beginning of my smoking history.
These days I smoke for two reasons. First, I use pot as a dream suppressant for my post traumatic stress disorder (yes, the Turks did a petty good job on me), and secondly, I smoke for the sheer pleasure that good pot gives you. My favourote weed is Herijuana, then White Widow followed closely by Blueberry. I tend to shy away from the very stong sativas cos they make me a little too edgy and mess up my sleep. However, I would love to smoke some good haze one day given the chance.
Well, that's all for the meet and greet on this forum."



Ok, and I also found out that this guy has over 20,000 (!) posts over at 420 magazine. I wonder why he decided to head this way? He posted this account over there:


"t was 1978, Istanbul Turkey. That exotic meeting point in history, where mongols raged, and armies passed. Back then it was called Constantinople.
I found myself laying on a bed in the Hotel Benson, a run down hotel not far from the bazaar, the Grand Souk. A place for smugglers of all kinds of contraband, from guns to drugs, stolen goods, and motor vehicles. It was a motor vehicle that had brought me to my current circumstance actually.
You see, I had just been released from the infamous Sagmalicar Prison. One of the most brutal and notorious prisons in the world. Staffed by sadistic guards, well versed in the ancient art of torture and torment. A place for punishment, not rehabilitation.
I had been caught smuggling cars into Iran, and just spent 4 and a half months in that prison. My home for 4 months was a dungeon prison cell, 5' by 5' by 5'. I never once left that cell. There was no light. There was no humanity. There was no God.
As I was laying on my bed, having cleaned myself up and gotten rid of the lice and fleas, my employer, Zulphi, came to me and expressed his displeasure that I had been caught, and not reached Teheran with the Mercedes as contracted. I would not be paid my fee for the trip.
Instead of being paid, my boss told me that if I took a half kilo of hash to Munich, I could keep half on arrival. This is 4 days after being released from prison. My mind was shattered. I dug deep and knew I had to escape.
I thought to myself, "Right you c**t, I'm going to fly instead to Zurich, and keep the lot for myself!" They had betrayed me and I had suffered. I wanted out at any cost, but I wanted payback as well.
Next day, Zulphi brought the half kilo of absolute premium unpressed Turkish hash. I packed it into the pocket of an old Greyhound inflatable pillow that I had with me. I just ziplocked it shut and slid it into the map pocket of my Jansport backpack. This particular model had the map pocket, not on the outside of the pack, but rather between my shoulders and the pack. Effectively so that when going through customs, I would be taking my pack off for inspection if asked, and would lay it down with the frame bottom most, out of sight. It was very difficult to tell a flap was there.
I felt no fear. I felt nothing actually. My mind was still shattered from the electric shocks I had been given, then 4 months in solitary. I was in no fit mental state to be making good life choices.
I arrived at the airport. Zulphi drove. Checking in, I went ahead and booked my ticket, using credit I had on a miscellaneous charges order from Pan Am. Very softly though, in an act of brinksmanship, I asked to be booked on the flight to Zurich I noticed was leaving within 5 minutes of the flight to Munich.
My drug smuggling career was launched.
As soon as I had my ticket, I was asked to hurry to the departure lounge as my flight was on last call and I was the last to board. I literally ran to the gate, past a Turkish policeman. Just as I was nearly on the tarmac, the cop hollars "Stop!". I turn, still no fear, and see him holding my boarding pass. I had dropped it in my haste. I thanked him and shook his hand and gave him my last pack of Marlboros. He told me to hurry cos the plane was waiting on me.
Takeoff, then on the way to Zurich. I recall the Alps in the sun. I pondered the airport and chuckled. Zulphi had always told us the Turkish Feds were****nuckles, and that money or baksheesh always gave you a higher rank than them. I felt supremely confident. The hash was in my bag and I was watching the hostesses ass. Oh my I recall that ass. It was the first female ass I had seen in months. Oh gosh I loved that woman.
In Zurich, I picked up my pack, and headed out through to customs. I was very placid at the time, enjoying my freedom, feeling no fear or anxiety.
I pulled out a smoke, grabbed a tourist map, and just walked through the green corridor "Nothing to Declare", right past the customs officer. I then stopped and turned and asked him for a light up your smoke. Then off.
Straight to the ticket counter to book a connecting flight to London. I had decided to return to Montreal, via London (to sell some hash -I was broke you see) and New York.
Liftoff from Zurich on Swissair. Oh my golly gosh, but another woderful air hostess' ass. The Swiss I find are a little perter than the Pan Am ass. lol.
The sun is on my face. I'm reading and relaxing. Confident the hash will still be there in London. Then, my world fell apart. I read an article on the baggage handlers at Heathrow. They were referring to it as "Thief-row". I was instantly panicking. I was fearful that some crummy pommy baggage handler would steal my hash and spoil my day. I could not have that.
I still had no fear or anxiety about the hash. I think being new to hash and never having smoked weed, let alone hash, it meant nothing to me. So it just sat in my pack, no different than as if it were my sleeping bag. I recall thinking about the hash for the first time. It had a funny sweet smell, looked and felt and moved just like fresh brown sugar. I was a naive.
Landing in London. It is pissing down rain. I hate England. My previous experience was that it was cold, wet and expensive. And I was pissed at the Poms. This bloke had called me a "Wog" in a London pub one night, and told me to **** off back to Australia. Guys, I am a blond haired caucasion, not European looking. Makes me laugh about it now after all these years.
We raced down the stairs from the plane and across the tarmac, waiting and watching as our bags were checked over by a sniffer dog. I saw my pack on the last of 5 trolleys. Just as the dog neared the last trolley and my bag, the heavens really opened, and the handler and dog retreated out of the rain. My bag was not checked.
This time I felt a tinge of anxiety, but still no fear. I was still so happy and supremely in control. I had no fear of authority. I saw it as a mental challenge, a game of sorts. I was good at it. Zuphi had taught me well.
I might toss in here that I was fllying on one of 3 passports I had. All in my name, all legit. Only one was valid though. I had reported the other 2 stolen and gotten replacements. These 2 had both been altered by the smuggling syndicate, and had doctored stamps and visas, and other customs stamps removed completely.
In London, I head to the Youth Hostel for some much needed rest. The hash was still all there, still just sitting in a ziplock bag inside the map pocket. All half kilo of it.
I sold 2 ounces straight away. I could not believe how eager people were to buy some of my brown sugar.
Then a major problem. All air traffic controllers were on strike, and no flights were leaving for North America, except for those of one airline. Laker Airlines was my saviour. Sir Freddy Laker and the first international budget airline ever. But there was a queue, and that queue went for 3 kilometres from the ticket office at Victoria Station. We worked small groups, to team up for self protection and company as the line slowly edged it's way forward. The hash still sat in my pack. I was so calm and confident, I left my pack with this small group of young hippies, and went to do my ablutions, eat and just stretch. Sleeping on the pavement with drizzly weather for 3 days was no fun, but looking back it was a blast. The whole dynamic of this conga line of hippies, all returning to the US for school in the fall. And only one airline and only 2 flights a day.
In the air with Laker Airlines. my pack and the hash still safely aboard. Next stop, La Guardia Airport and US customs. I had worked out in my mind a strategy to enter through New York, and then catch a Greyhound bus to Montreal. My final destination.
I debark and head to get my pack. Then on to imigration and customs. My US visa is genuine and valid. I feel supremely confident. The horrors of Sagmalicar were fading. Joy was again pervading my mind. My health was improving.
Up to Customs I go after getting my visa stamped. This time no green gate. Everyone must present bags. Still no fear. Absolute control.
The customs officer asks me where I was going. I told him I was off to Montreal, then on to Edmonton in Canada for the Commonwealth Games. The customs agent wished me well, and helped me to lift my pack onto my back. I must say I was ever so thankful lol.
Out of the airport I head, to the taxi rank. Now I am starting to get excited. I can see the end, My goal. The Montreal Youth Hostel - a place I knew well. A place to recuperate. A place to sell my hash.
Driving up through Vermont. I recall the beautiful colours of autumn. I was nearly there. Mounting excitement.
The Canadian border at last. I go into the immigration office as I have to show my passport. It takes some time as I have to wait on the immigration officer to return from a break. I am the only international passenger on the bus. All the others are reboarded and their luggage restowed. You see, at the border, you have to unload your bag and identify it to customs.
A half an hour passes. I am starting to panick inside. I feel fear for the first time, but I have the beast in control. I finally finish and walk out to the bus. There, by the bus, is my pack standing alone ready for loading, right between to customs officers and an RCMP officer. I just crashed inside when I saw this. The reality and magnitude of the adventures of a drug smuggler came haunting me. I thought "How unfair!" - to have come all this way to get busted at the border.
I walked towards my pack and the bus. I put my shoulders back and put on my smugglers guise. Zulphi truly had taught me well in the arts of smuggling. It was a game. A challenge. The memories of the horrors of Sagmalicar oddly absent from my mind. An ominous portent though of what was to come in my mind 20 years on.
I picked up my pack and was unsure what was going down. Then the RCMP officer told me to shake a leg and get on the bus. I had made them late! I had ****ing made them late lol. My legs pumped up the stairs and I sat into my seat. That short ride to the terminus from the border was and is the most special bus ride I have ever taken in my life.
I trudged up the stairs to the Youth Hostel in Aylmer Street, and for the first time in nearly 5 months, I felt safe. I felt no fear. I had been paid in full for my epic car smuggling run from Munich to Teheran.

Namaste."


HuffAndPuff

 

[Jack D Ripper]

^ good research! that second one is the story in question.

I think this guy is a fraud... anyone with 20k posts can stand up to a little flaming better than this asshat