weedguru caro wrote: I was on a mission. As I left the touristy area and ventured further into the Ensenada ghetto, all the English disappeared and creepy men harassed me from all sides. I shouldn't have worn a skirt, despite the heat. I saw some guys selling cheese. My Spanish is rudimentary and my grammar is very poor, but I can sort of communicate. "Amigos, no se interesante en el queso, pero donde puedo pagar la mota"? To which they freaked out at me, see I didn't realize they were missionaries and in addition to queso fresca they were selling Jesus cheese. "No! No drogas! No no no no laparrapalbramientosumbacachingasumadrepieldentacubra Jesus es el SENIOR!!!"
I asked a few more people, who said no. One guy told me he knew where to get it but refused to help me because I am a white stranger, it looks weird, the police would be suspicious etc. And I did see la policia, and they had automatic weapons and atvs.
I was walking down some railroad tracks when this crazy drunk crack head started harassing me. At first I thought he was another vendor pushing his wares on me so I politely said "no gracias" and tried to keep on walking. But he kept following me and getting in my space and I realized he was saying lewd shit to me, something about his dick and my hair. He was really pissing me off and scaring me and I didn’t know if I was going to have to kick him in the balls or what. La policia were not around. But another more respectable looking Mexican dude pulled up on a bike and cussed the guy out en espanol which chased him off. I was thankful, and thanked him. He introduced himself in a formal way (respectable to a woman you don’t know) as Marc Antonio, who lived with su esposa somewhere near where they sell clothes? Maybe on top of the clothing store. He didn't speak a word of English but he did agree to help me get some mota!! The language barrier was extreme, but I went to get my US currency exchanged for pesos while he waited - how we came to this agreement with my horrible Spanish skills I don’t know, but it took about 5 minutes. I changed 20 dollars for 200 some pesos, which was awesome. having dinner on the boat at that time. I thanked him for the weed and the invite as best I could and made the long walk back to the ship. I bought a Mexican coca cola and after using a bathroom where I had to pay 2 pesos for toilet paper privileges, I found la playa and a secluded spot in which to smoke some bowls under my Carnival beach towel.
The weed was 100 pesos and I had to tip the guy that ran to get it for me. I got about an eighth of midgrade - it wasn't red and full of seeds, so I was happy. Marc Antonio invited me to a party... I think... he said it was very dangerous "fumar en la calle", to smoke in the street, danger from thieves and cops alike. I think that's why he was inviting me back to his house. I had a hard time explaining I was staying on a cruise ship - "hotel del mar" was as close as I could get, and there must have been an actual hotel del mar coz he kept pointing to the other end of the city and nodding. Anyway the party was at a las seis, but I knew I'd be
Haha way to go girl! He ripped you off a little... But if it was good weed, it's all good because it's rare shit over there. Most people smoke shwag.
I still enjoy occasionally my 10 meals a day trips. But I usually keep it to 4weedguru caro wrote:Actually most guys here think Chika is the hottest stoner; she's way skinnier than me. But I bet Chika never enjoys six meals a day
I like my foooood
I don't think there should be comparation between me and you Caro, because we fit two different type of interest. I could be compared as the "dream teen", and you as the experienced and dominating hot, freaky stoner chick. I have a lot more "popularity" amongst younger members. Anyways, who gives a shit, I remember coming on here in the beginning, reading your posts, watching your pics, and thinking woah, she's confident , that's HOT.