So I'm sitting here at 4:20pm, high off black afghani hashish and thinking about this last year we are about leave. Ive been in the State of Qatar for around 7 months. Before I left for this country I was a daily smoker of chronic quality ganja. I came here expecting zero marijuana of any kind, as this is a very strict and somewhat dangerous country to smoke in. Many people have been busted since I got here. This is a place where big dealers get run down in the desert by police and shot in the head. This is a place where a plant can get you arrested for 10 years, while diabolical driving conditions are part of every day life. Hypocrisy of the first order. People die here every day while the traffic remains largely unregulated, while peaceful pot smokers lose their lives in prison. Within 7 months I have gone from lone american to deep in the "underground" of smokers here. Somehow, when you're a pothead and you know the culture, it seems no matter where you go, the ganja tends to appear. For most people the nature of the police in this country would prevent them from smoking. I find it almost has the opposite effect. I just have to give them the bird. Because I'm sick and tired of seing all the wrong people get fucked. You would think in a country full of tobacco smokers, you would find plenty of people who prefer something that doesn't cause cancer. Sadly this is not the case. Fortunately though, this does lead to rare chances to meet interesting people from all walks of life. Ive smoked with a security guard from Ghana. About 6.5ft tall, I commiserated with him on the low quality of smoke here. Good bud is impossible to find. I have had the opportunity to smoke it on 3 occasions, but nobody sells... friends only. My friend from Ghana unfortunately was used to picking fresh green from the local lands. He said it was "all freeeshh" and "we would fill bottles of alcohol full of fresh buds" and "make tea and all kinds of food" and you could just "go out and pick it" and smoke whenever you want. I have met Lebanese weed growers, Egyptian pot heads, and every other kind of nationality/smoker stereotype imaginable. It's nice to see how far reaching the marijuana culture has become. Nonetheless though, I think every day about how good the smoke was in Texas, and I can't wait to get back. I was so happy before I came here. Everything about this country is disappointing, bar some of the food. The human rights issues in this country are atrocious. People come here with promises of making a good living, and it turns out to be only slighty above modern slavery. I can't think of a more screwed system in the world. The truly horrible crimes against humanity go unchecked, while the personal choices about daily life are rigorously controlled. Qatar, fuck you! fuck you very much Any time you feel like your life sucks. Just imagine you could have been born with your highest attainable quality of life being a blue construction suit, 10 hours of sun blazed work a day, and a $300 paycheck for compensation each month. That buys you a few bowls of rice and beans and a nice ramshackle room to sleep in. Or you could be standing outside all day long waiting for the next brand new Range Rover or Land Cruiser that needs its tank filled. The driver has a salary of around $400,000 per year, for which he has hardly worked a day in his life to achieve. The only difference between him and you, is he was born in Qatar, and you were born in Pakistan. kinda makes the always unhappy side of your mind shut up for a while I'm done typing for now. I'll come back and give stories and pictures if people want it. P.S. where is the spellcheck?