I am Edgar Phillipe.
In the process of my travels to Earth, I developed an obsession for weed. After the long space ride through galaxies, wormholes, rides on asteroids, I had nothing to do but study, and I took a huge interest in what your planet calls “weed.” On my planet, it is called kibō. And now that I am here, on Earth, and have traveled around extensively, I can share some of the things that I have learned about your planet. I don’t know why I haven’t done it sooner. And They are coming.
Just to know: I shall not reveal the name of any dealers, pimps, or individuals that I might score from. Their anonymity is as sacred to me as it is to them. I do not know who is writing me for information; could be an eager, meager detective hoping to get another stripe, or a dumbass who doesn’t know how to keep their mouth shut. I shall only reveal establishments or locations where you may be able to get it… locations change/establishments close, and now that I am sitting on my favorite street in Bangkok, I see that things are business as usual. It might just depend on the night. Be that as it may, I will still point you in the right direction. As always, don’t look like a dumbass, act like a dumbass, or treat those you are dealing with like dumbasses, and you won’t go against the unwritten, unmentioned code about buying kibō abroad.
Buying weed in Cape Town is super easy!
Go to Green Market Square where all of the market tents are set up to sell travelers handcrafted souvenirs and trinkets, polished stones and sweet-smelling delights, and look up at the top of the tents. When you see the Rasta flag, go into this tent and march to the one that looks like the owner, the Rasta owner, and say you need a healer. He’ll say “I’m a healer, not a dealer. What can I help you heal?”
This blog is written after legalization in South Africa, but the information included was collected before legalization. Now you might be able to buy it from the taxi drive coming back from the airport. Do some research and you tell me, but if you go down to Green Market Square, tell the man in the center with the Rasta flag ontop that we are almost ready.
