Hey check this one out ,, we was coming back from Delhi an on the way to the airport MissP says hey were did the last bit of charas go ?? Just must have left it for the room boy I thought but was a lil worried with 2 Oz in an area an another 6 inside me tum , all badly packaged ,, well we made it through delhi Buut at the United Arab Emirates on the way to the plane they was doing bag searches ,, you guessed t we found the Charas in Missp bag pocket to late we had to do some thing I said F888ing chuck it she put it bag in her bag pocket?? I near crapped myself down to the check and Honestly it was the only pocket tha they didnt check ,, by the way this was all pre 9-11,, but I had a vision of either all my life in jail there or seeing her go down an that was the of my big life fails 
I think best tip for going over a dodgy border is remember every bit you touch an places you put it it gets complicated when you remember at the wrong time Looking back I have been sooo lucky
Congrats on your harvest my friend.
Your story got me thinking of when I went to New Zealand back in 2010. I was in my early 20's and thought nothing of taking an ounce of solid (soap bar
) with me for the trip. I had a one way ticket and a one year working holiday visa so already someone who may flag up a bit of suspicion.
Got together with the friends for a smoke the night before my 5am flight. Bag was already packed (hiking rucksack style
) and everything was ready to go. Everyone was sharing their smoke, we were also smoking of the ounce I was taking with me. Late evening and I throw the hash uncaring into a side pocket of my bag.
4am next morning I was at Glasgow airport for the connection to Heathrow. Not a single thought on the hash in my bag it goes into the storage area. Land at heathrow, fly to Los Angles. I get my bag back... Still no thought of the hash in my bag. Walking to security i'm a little tired with the early start and a bit of jet lag. A few questions and a bag scan, on the way for the final leg. Still no thought on the hash.
Arrive in Auckland, 14 hours later and 32 hours after my trip started. WAAAY too many free drinks on the final leg of the journey and I looked like a red eyed mess, all I wanted to do was sleep. Off the plane, collect bag and up to the customs desks to enter the country. I swear the guy at the desk had his eyes on me from the minute I was in his sight, and no surprise either lol. He checks passport, visa etc all is well, but sends me a different way to everyone else...
I walk up to the next lady and it's a full bag search. All of a sudden I realised I have hash in my bag and panic sets in. Everything is emptied onto the table, all the while I'm being casually asked reason for visit etc. Do any drugs etc. After emptying the main area of the bag onto the table and confirming my casual cannabis use my bag is swabbed and tested. While they are running the test for THC traces she searches the other pockets of my bag... Then tells me to put it all back whilst she checks on the swab tests.
Bag re packed, the customs lady returns and confirms trace THC on my bag, comments on how common it is. Exit is that way...
I honestly thought I had left the hash in Scotland.
Quick bus ride into Auckland Centre to my one night pre booked hotel. As soon as I entered the room, emptied the contents of my bag on the bed. To my surprise when I reached deep inside one of the pockets there was just shy of an ounce of hash. One of the best feelings I have ever had
Sorry for the long post 
But the funniest thing was the Paranoia at the last few nights LOL I had kept all our roaches in a lil soap box to be chucked away at a safe location
by the last night I am fairly sur that they knew we smoked (more than likely Paranoia) But I became so safety conscious I forgot to get rid of the empty bag an the roaches came back in the damm suitcase with us
But getting back an seing they had made it ,, well just LOL was a great moment for me
