gomaos Posted July 8, 2003 Nosy Thai cops (All of this is of course entirely fictional) He had seen the signs at Bangkok airport: “We want a clean city. Please do not drop your cigarette buds on the street. Fine $50!” He had spend a few weeks in Thailand already, had enjoyed a few girls, and some good drugs. Presently he was walking through one of the most popular traveller areas in Bangkok. Prostitutes were outlawed here, and it was mainly the younger backpackers who stayed here for cheap accommodation.... He was smoking a cigarette, and it was time to throw it away, however he remembered the sign at the airport and looked for a good place to dispose of it... There was something like an old flowerpot near the walkway, and it had many cigarette buds in it already, so he threw his bud in there. Out of nowhere a Thai cop appeared. “You just dropped cigarette in there. That’s prohibited. You have to pay fine now!” “Shit”’ he thought, “ a motherfucken Thai cop!” He was carrying about an ounce of good Thai heads plus some white powder, which he had tried for the first time, snorting it, that, was... “I thought this was an ashtray...,” he argued. “Not ashtray,” the cop said, “all travellers always drop their cigarettes on the street. Bangkok very dirty because of travellers. You must pay fine now!” The cop pointed to a motorbike: “Come with me! Sit behind me!” He got on the small bike behind the cop, feeling pretty bad. He tried this line: “You let me go, please. I pay money...” “Shut up, you!” The cop drove him to a plaza where a whole heap of Thai police had set up an outdoor office. The “no cigarettes on the street” business was very lucrative. The cop showed Phil to his boss, who sat behind an elevated desk like a judge. “Your passport!” Damn, he had his passport in his money belt, right next to that ounce with the powder in it... Ever so slowly he opened the zip of the belt and pulled out his passport, being very careful not to drop that ounce on the floor at the same time. The cop who had captured him had watched the process and took the passport, then handed it slowly to his boss. To Phil’s horror he leaned over to the boss and started talking in Thai. Phil didn’t understand but the word “marihuana” was mentioned a couple of times. He knew what he was saying: “That hippie has dope on him, let’s search him...” The boss considering, then to Phil eternal relief answered: “No this is about cigarettes only. We have no time for other things. Strictly fines for cigarettes...” The underlings grudgingly accepted. They handed him back his passport, he paid his fifty dollar fine, took his ticket and walked off. A motor-rikshaw waited nearby and it took him back to the tourist area... He went straight to the place where they were giving “non-sex” Thai massages for 10 bucks, feeling very happy to be alive... ... but he couldn’t work it out why the cop had been so sure that he was carrying dope... was it the way he had been pulling out the passport...? A few weeks later he stayed at his girlfriends flat, still in Thailand. His girlfriend had told him that she had spent two years in Thai jails for gambling (!!!) Gambling is illegal is Thailand... Those two years had been utter horror and she was unable to talk about what had happened to her. He imagined that those bloody cops and jailers must have pack-raped and beaten her continuously. Even now, when she just saw a cop on the other side of the road, she started shaking. He had to renew his visa and for that purpose had to visit the local Cop station. He made very sure that he wasn’t carrying a grain of any illegal substance on him... All his paperwork was in order; he had the passport photos, everything else, the application etc. He handed it all over the counter with his passport. And waited. And waited. And waited. He couldn’t work it out. Ll the other tourist came and went, got processed within 10 to 20 minutes. He had waited for over an hour now and started peeking over the counters. Somewhere in the back he recognized his passport in the hands of a cop who was apparently discussing something with his mates. He could do nothing but wait. After approximately 2 hours they called him and gave him his passport with the extension stamp in it.... But they were very unfriendly. He thought nothing of it and walked out of the station. One of the cops followed him and shouted after him: “Bloody hippy! Damn Marihuana smoker! We should come and bust your girlfriends place and throw you all in jail. “ And so on... he always repeated the word marihuana... Phil stood frozen about ten metres from the station and the shouting cop, not knowing what to do. If he just walked off, the cop might feel insulted and follow him. If he ran off, he would be followed for sure. If he went back to the cop that would be like giving himself up. So he just stood and let the cop shout... After a while the uniformed man just walked back inside his station, and Phil walked off as fast as he could. How the hell did they know? What had he done wrong? He told nothing to his girlfriend so not to upset her. He still couldn’t work it out... Only years later the pieces of the puzzle fell together in his head and he realized what the reason had been. He had always been carrying his passport next to the ounce of dope, which was very strong smelling. Together with his sweat while wearing the money belt sometimes for days on end, the smell had soaked into the passport. Thai cops know nothing better than the smell of dope... So here’s a very important travel information: Never hide your dope near your passport because of the smell. Or some even more important advice for everyone: Boycott Thailand (AND MALAYSIA even more so) as a travel destination until the fascist regimes there change their anti-drug-policies... which of course will not happen before the fascist regime in USA changes theirs... [copyright [email protected] [ 19. July 2003, 20:58: Message edited by: gomaos ] Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
t st tantra Posted July 8, 2003 but how did they know about the girlfriend?had he told them he was staying with her? i was expecting her to be an informer? t s t . Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
gomaos Posted July 8, 2003 No, she was definitely not an informer, just a victim. He had to give an address on the visa application, he gave her's, because he didn't know any better... of course he should have given some hotel name... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
