Busted in Tangier


Kif Pipe

Busted
Everything seemed so cool. We were so high, plenty of kif in the apartment, pipes, bongs, hookahs, pot on the roof, where no man could go. Only women were allowed to hang clothes after the wash. No problems. The guys bid their fond farewells. How exciting!
Well, they were back pretty darn quick. On the way to the port, the tires blew, seems we overdid the stuffing. They came in, put on there disguise and told us to start flushing. Luckily we had a toilet with a chain flush.
After that we put the rest of the paraphernalia on the roof and sit back and waited.

BANG,BANG.

The front door was shaking, I opened it and four Moroccan police were forcing their way in.
They tore everything up. After finding nothing they took Evans and our passport.
I really didn’t think it was serious, and told him I would meet him at BaBa’s.
He never showed up.
The girls and I went back to the apartment. The next morning they watched Rhea, and I did what I had to do.
I was afraid to tell the American Embassy, so I turned to Ahmad. He took me to a Bain  (Turkish Bath) and had me bathed, then we smoked.
I was so confused and I did not know what to do.

He said “Thanks to the Gods”, he would put Rhea in school and I would be his fifth wife.

Reeling from that statement, police that I recognized called him out. I heard laughter, and in the pit of my stomach I felt sick. It was all a setup.

It was almost Ramadan, they sleep all day and party all night.

I see Ahmad at his Shop. We make love in his loft. At my apartment he is with me, but not in the flesh. A strong wind blows the window open, he is with me, I feel him.

My birth control pills have mysteriously disappeared?

At court the following day they move Evans to the big ancient prison up in the Medina. The same place we took pictures with defanged cobra’s around our necks that tourists took pictures of.

The next day I take Rhea to Cafe Paris on the boulevard. We have mint tea and I feel as I am in a dream and soon I will awake.

The intersection is very busy.

I know it is time to go to the American Embassy.

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I lived in Tangier in 1971 for 8 months with my 3 year old daughter and now ex husband.We hitch hiked through Europe.
A journey I will never forget.

Kif Pipe

Chefchaouen, Morocco: Shangri-La In The Rif | Cannabis Culture Magazine.

Abdul turned up with all the ingredients and started to work at once. First he boiled a little water in a shallow pan and mixed in about a cup of sugar. Then he mixed about a hundred grams of cooking chocolate into the sugar and water mix. When the chocolate had melted, he mixed in the Kif and finally the aniseed. We had to use an aniseed sweet as none of us has remembered to buy aniseed that day! Last but not least, about a hundred grams of almonds were crushed. Half the almonds were mixed in, and the other half sprinkled over the top before the Majoun was left to cool before eating. A few of the people present were frightened of eating it. They likened its effect to that of tripping! This I had to try! In the end there were only five of us eating Majoun; taking it with a spoon, making a ball with it in our hands, and swallowing the ball.