A few years ago my wife and I went to Morocco for three weeks. We had a great time there and one thing I wanted to try because of its reputation was Moroccan hash. We stayed in Marrakesh for a week or so and while in the medina I bought a really cool kief pipe from a seller there. He made the thing by hand, hand turned and carved from local wood, hand painted with henna and a turned / carved camel bone bowl. Beautiful! All I needed was something to smoke in it! That night I went to the medina again (dJmaa el Fna: a place straight out of 1001 Arabian nights) looking for the goodies. I knew someone would find me and soon he did. In this part of the world they called what I was looking for "chocolate" (pronounced shock-o-lahd). He named the price, I bargained for what I could afford and the deal was done, but here's the kicker. I have no idea what the laws there are and as I hadn't really thought ahead to such a purchase I was suitably paranoid, etc. After the exchange the guy said "come, come over here and . . ." grabbing me by the arm and pulling me aside. Well, I already had the little foil packet and wasn't about to go anywhere so I said "no thanks, gotta go." Grabbed my wife and split. I was so pumped on the way back to the room, proud of my score, and still high on adraline because I thought I was gonna get pinched. I told my wife "you'll never guess what I got! Shock-o-lahd!!" We got back to the room and I unwrapped my "chocolate" and guess what. It really was chocolate. Sucker. Cheers Sid
