For a country that has such a hard stance on drug possession and intent to sell, you would not believe the amount of times that Shaun and I were propositioned for a sale during our honeymoon in Barbados. Even going around a roundabout in our moke at 30mph we had people shouting at us through their car window trying deal to us while driving. While I wish it was because I was special, hot, scrumptious, [insert adjective here], it apparently is quite commonplace.
Our honeymoon had come to an end and we were dragging our luggage out of the taxi to the airport. Not 3 minutes had gone by when a man came up to us and slyly asked Shaun, “You good man?” as he lifted his fingers to his mouth in the oh so familiar joint fashion and Shaun, trying to play cool and not make a scene, looked at the man, slowly nodded and said, “Yeah man, we’re cool.”
We made our way through the chaos of the airport, complete with guards in camouflage with AK47s, to our gate to await our small plane back to Newark. [Tangent: We had a small double engine plane that was not even half full for the flight to Barbados and when we arrived we were greeted with a Virgin double-decker airbus from the UK spilling out people.] As this was our first experience of international travel, we were already bit freaked out needless to say.
A security guard came up to Shaun and I and politely asked us to wait in a certain line for the Barbados flight. For some reason it never crossed our mind how he knew we were even on that flight. It is then that our mystery dealer man magically appeared at the podium in a security guard/screening uniform and cracked an ugly smile at us. It was like I wanted to shout, “It was you Colonel Mustard! In the conservatory! With the candlestick!”
And then it hit us. Holy shit. This guy totally tried to set us up for failure. The pamphlets at the airport kept saying there was a 20 year prison sentence for possession and this guy wanted to see us rotting in a jail cell. It was absolutely surreal.
They spent the next 20 minutes searching through every piece of clothing and piece of tech gear we had.
Grabbing Shaun’s Nintendo SP from his hands, they carefully went over every nook and cranny to attempt to find our non-existent stash.
Knowing we were going to be okay I sat there bewildered that something like that would happen to us. Little did I know it was only the beginning to being profiled as a pothead for the rest of my travel days. 😛
Have you ever had a similar experience?