Highly Uruguayan
He was short and dark and ugly, but all it took was a wink and he was mine. Or rather my UYU 500 ($12.50) was his and getting me high was his. Or mine.
Keep in mind that I don't really like pot, coz it usually turns me into a non-responsive mushroom, so it's been years. But this time it was great. And there's nothing less interesting than the "I'm so high" ramblings of someone who's high, so I'll keep this brief.
All I know is that you fill the pipe with "calabaza", not the right word (it's mary jane) then you sprinkle something named "paco" on it 'n' smokem up.
Calabaza is legal here but technically not legal for foreigners, so I feel a bit street.
Then you have conversations about mountains and pot and Uruguayan politics, some 20% of which you understand. Then two more and an additional with the desk clerk who would be cuter whiskerless then it's time for either a tangerine or a banana and bed, but you'll still be awake.
He gave me a bonus:
Then it's 3:40 and you spent hours and $80.90 getting a visa for your next destination.
PS next day I looked up "paco" and it's a fairly impure nasty version of cocaine.

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