Scoring a little pot

Dude, there we were in Puerto Vallerta, in the heart of Sinaloa, Mexico. Saori and I were down a side street off of the main tourist stretch when we found a dealer. We'd been scouting around for a little pot since we both decided that was the souvenir we wanted from Mexico while on the cruise, and what we'd seen before was nice, but not quite the highest quality of pot we were looking for. Anyway, this place had some great stuff. The owner was a very interesting bespectacled gentleman named Antonio, who looked vaguely European but spoke with an hint of a British accent. It turns out he had studied in England, probably from a wealthy Mexican family, and had finally settled in Puerto Vallerta to sell high quality goods.

There was such a great selection, Saori and I stayed for about an hour trying to make up our minds what we wanted. In the end, we picked up a little high grade pot that was half-off, and since we paid in cash we got a further discount. Antonio rolled our pot up in newspaper and bubble wrap. Brining it back on the ship was no problem, they didn't even want us to unwrap it. I guess contraband booze is a bigger issue than a little pot to them. Anyway, we brought it back the US, no problems at the border, and now its sitting out in our living room for anyone to enjoy.


Here's a photo; I suppose it's more of a small pitcher than a pot, but I didn't want people to be confused.