Two weeks ago, I got on a plane to Phnom Penh, Cambodia. No idea what to expect, but I had been to the region before, so I knew what to expect, sorta.
If you are a white backpacker and are in a tourist area, they will want to sell you CW for US prices. Even for fractions of a gram. You basically laugh, they laugh, and then you either haggle or move to the next guy. Also, they accept USD here, and have a local currency. Try and buy important things in USD and things like food and whatnot in Riel. Try going from Riel to USD and you will get fucked with the exchange. No lube. And it's not your girlfriend wearing the strapon you got her. A lot will scam you will low % product, but not so much just taking your money and running. They also try and sell you CW and then lady for party after. Umm, do they not know how anatomy works?
I bought twice, but am basically just doing the pharmacy thing right now to keep it safe. What I have found in pharmacies so far, without anything but writing the names down and asking: alprazolam, bromazepam, lorazepam, diazepam, codeine, DHC, tramadol, Ambien, Viagra. Prices are CHEAP (except DHC is pricey).
But the CW I tried worked, just was weakened down for me since I am a tourist. I could get the good shit easily, but I would also get a habit, and I am trying to travel, not just get high.
Ice. Now meth in America rarely does much for me. The ice here is stronger and does work, and they have elaborate ways of smoking it with you, that are cool in and of themselves.
Most cocaine is fake and is really CW. Foreigners die this way. Always bump!
Now here is what blew me away. I got MDMA here, in Cambodia, that was the best I have ever had in my life. I know my shit. I know the taste of it, how to work the tests, and most of the feelings with the experience and the comedown. THIS WAS THE MOST PURE STUFF I HAVE EVER HAD. 350mg bomb (high for some, but normal for a seasoned veteran like me) and I was DESTROYED. It felt sooooooooooooo good that first hour. And then for the first time ever, I hallucinated on MDMA. Visual and audio. And before anyone asks, no, it was real, I just took way too much. I was in my hotel room alone in the dark, and ghostly females came out and spoke to me (it wasn't like anything drug-related). They told me they were scared of the Khmer Rouge and wanted me to protect them. I had five different girls and two guys I was "helping." But they told me about their families, their lives and so on. I did my best to comfort them. When I hugged them, I felt something that felt like hugging a sheet. So weird. But I have more of this stuff being sent to a professional lab, so we will known soon if it was 1 part MDMA only. But I know my shit, and this was just the hardest I've ever rolled in my life.
Weed is basically legal here. It's not that strong, but not looked down upon by society. We smoke nightly at my hotel. The best weed comes from Laos, but the stuff we get here is good too.
Is it all safe? Depends, but generally yes. Police accept bribes, and as a guy who works out and does his buys in a tight shirt, people actually joke like "don't punch me sir if you don't like it!" Try and buy from the same people, and buy either 1) far from where you are staying if you cannot get someone working at the hotel/hostel to do the deals for you or 2) buy local if you can get inside help. I have had people ask for money on the street, seen a gun deal (by mistake), had sex with a girl who would have easily took my wallet when I took a shit. But other than that, it's a 1 here, small town america is a 3, baltimore a 10 for danger. It's the "wild west of the far east" here, still, though, in the lawlessness. You see dead bodies on the streets and kids shooting up in broad daylight. And I was dancing with a girl a few nights ago, she put her hand down my pants, I felt the penis, and immediately thought "I guess you'd only not want to be well-hung if you were living like this."
But for now, I am done with drugs and am here to work and take care of myself. But ask away if you have any questions about the local culture. If you come here, come with money, because if you get addicted, it would make American treatment look like a king sick in his palace.