The Hashish Trail - Chapter Five - Money Matters

We met up with Vosharnia and Ladonia in Torremolinos, ate some of those wonderful cookies from Algiers, and celebrated New Year’s Eve. On January 1, 1970 we put our heads together for some serious moneymaking plans. We had a feeling that our savings weren’t going to take us as far as we already wanted to go. After Gidonia and I shared our Medina story with Vosharnia and Ladonia we all agreed that it would be a logical plan to return to the Medina, buy enough hash to make some serious money, fly back to Montreal, and sell it to friends there. Gidonia decided to stay in Torremolinos with Eva to fully recuperate. And so without fear and further ado, the three of us boarded the ferry back to Algiers, booked into a hotel, and headed for the Medina once more. After purchasing five pounds of kief we went to our hotel to figure out a way to smuggle the stuff back to Canada. We decided that the least conspicuous place on our bodies would be the area below the chest and above the waist, so we used scarves to tie these large blocks of hashish around our midriffs. We three then headed back to Torremolinos where we booked our flight to Montreal. The departure date dawned; we prepared for the trip – hash encased in plastic and tied around our middles. We dressed in our latest and greatest clothes that said you were hip but not a hippie! Our flight was scheduled to land in Malaga, then on to Seville. After some time in the air it was announced by our Captain that we would be unable to land in Seville due to fog, and were returning to Malaga. In Malaga they put us up in a hotel, saying they would call us when the weather cleared and we could be on our way again. The airlines people said we should go eat dinner and have a lovely evening as we likely wouldn’t be going anywhere until morning. Well we couldn’t go anywhere with that hash strapped to us, so we unstrapped it, stuck it in a drawer in the hotel, and went out for dinner and later to a discotheque. Late in the evening we went back to our hotel and went to bed. At around 2 a.m. our phone rang and the airline staff informed us that we would be departing soon, so we hurriedly strapped on our treasures, got dressed and headed to the airport, but when we got there they said that it had fogged in again and we could go back to bed! So back to our hotel we went, unstrapped our hash and went back to bed. Early next morning they called us again and this time we did get off the ground and managed to land in Seville briefly and take off again unimpeded by fog. Of our flight back to Montreal, the only thing I recall is feeling hot and uncomfortable from the baggage around my middle!