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pacificjunky

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I am a new member of Bluelight but I bring some unique experiences and insights to this community having spent most of my life living in one of the small Island Nations based in the South Pacific . As a teenager , " pot " was readily available here . This was the late 1980's , a time where we could purchase a sack of decent buds for the equivalent of US$100 . This was about 5 kgs or so of steams , leaves and bud all thrown in together . There were a few decent growers around event though this is a small country and a small market . Still , it meant by the time we sorted through our bags to find the sweet buds , that it was really good value for money . It was in no way anything like the strength of hydro ' and popular strains available in other countries , but it certainly did the job and was well received by friends of mine who would come over for holidays . Australia and New Zealand are close by so I would get to compare things relative to these markets. I ended up attending Boarding School in Australia and then University . I have a somewhat privileged background which has allowed me to enjoy plenty of international travel and as drugs featured more and more in my recreational time , I reconciled my travel experiences with destinations that I had heard about from other travelers . This meant the obvious brands - i.e. Amsterdam , Zurich , California , Morocco , Mexico and other places that were either pleasant surprises or a little disappointing .None the less , I kept a detailed dairy of these experiences - I have maintained this since I was a child and continue to maintain it. Anyway , my first experience with crossing that invisible line between " Pot " and " Hard " stuff was accidental . I was 16 years old and spending a weekend in Sydney , Australia with some old friends. I had called them up asking if I could score some dope through them . I thought $100 worth would be o.k. When it came time to getting my dope , I was handed a bit of tin foil with some white powder inside. A good lesson in how easy it is for a beginner to miscommunicate . What I thought was going to be dope as in a bag of pot was to these people a fix of China White Heroin. Not realizing at the time , how fragile users are when it comes to planning , acquiring and reselling hard stuff ...this wasn't a moment for refunds . The thought of trying Heroin and never crossed my mind and I was an absolute coward when it came to needles etc . Yet everyone around me ( including an attractive girl who was looking interesting ) sorted themselves out straight away and then without overselling the experience , they finally convinced me I would enjoy it . That they would look after me. That the needle part wouldn't hurt and the " tools " were sealed which meant no risks of catching something nasty . It was just the right time . I didn't think too hard and said o.k. They mixed up my shot , belted my arm and told me not to worry . I just shut my eyes and clenched by teeth waiting for the pain that usually came courtesy of a shot in the butt. In fact I was so busy expecting this that they were in and out without me even feeling it. " There you go " someone said and a few seconds later I was suddenly falling from a sky , A mad , huge rush accompanied by a tidal wave of projectile vomiting . No one seemed to care about this messiness ...I heard " his first blast " and some similar comments but everything seemed so far away . I guess they kindly found me an old arm chair and the madness and confusion kindly turned into a warm detachment where everything was so O.K. Where I wanted for nothing . Where silence was great com[any and time bent and stretched itself into a whole new element . Even the vomiting was pleasant and I was shameless huddled up in this old chair unable to communicate but having an amazing time and that memory is still very lucid 26 years later .......As the next day appeared and my high eroded , I was left feeling well rested and entirely immersed in a peaceful state . I wasn't a junky ( yet ) . It would take many years and other circumstances before I would be confronting the differences between an experimental use vrs experienced useage . It was however the start of a lifestyle I never saw coming . The scope of experiences to follow were in many ways traceable back to that specific moment and the decision to " just try it once ". I can not turn back time . And even if I could , maybe I wouldn't change how that day unfolded. But in the scheme of things I do realise that I made a choice that didn't have a rewind button . I was and am responsible for the choices I make and their consequences and the ripple effect . Who ever coined the phrase " just once " wasn't much of a forward thinker .

Anyway , I have a Mountain Range of stories and experiences now ( including my diary ) . I have already started writing my book. Thank you Bluelight for providing this platform and community . I am looking forward to reconciling my own life experiences with others . Some of my most entertaining diatribe is hidden away in the " don't say that " part of the mind where those of us who have used drugs , protect themselves from the consequences of being labeled " a druggie " . Nothing useful can come from telling one's " war stories " in a small place and if you are in the game , it is one of the hard lessons to learn as per letting people in .
 
By the way . I am not an advocate of Drug use . I have lost too many loved ones to think for a second that Drug use is something one should engage in without due consideration. Over the years I have spent so much time and money on that " feel good " moment that the alternative would be a very straight person with 4 - 5 paid off houses and plenty of money in the bank . That doesn't include the " opportunity costs " of ones' personal and professional reputation. Especially in a small country . Still , I guess there is no point in trying to turn back time - or thinking about what may or may not have been . I am lucky enough to still be here . It is a rough road through dangerous terrain .
 
The Islands in this region are frequently used as drop points for yachts moving stuff between South America and Australia - or stuff hidden in shipping containers originating from China . Unnamed friend found 6 kg of uncut charlie a couple of years back . Another 4 kg last year . Then there was the 700 kg + find of China White. Similar stories to be told from all over Oceania . Boats drop all kinds of things on reefs and pas on G.P.S. co-ordinates to next crew coming past. Sometimes locals are beneficiaries of things that somehow float onto beaches or are dug up from beneath a coconut tree !
 
Greetings from Fiji Islands

Sadly , it is 30 degrees outside with blue skies and fresh mangoes in the markets . The oceans are aqua blue and sometimes we get a crew together and head out to the reefs for some spear fishing. There is 970,000 people living here , spread across 330 Islands. We are in the middle of the South Pacific , 4 hrs flight time to Sydney and 9 hrs to L.A. We are also in a zone becoming well known for yacht drops i.e. stuff being shipped between South America and Australia . Every now and then some lucky villager finds a massive stash dumped on a reef ( stashed in gas cylinders ) or buried on a desolate beach. Couple of years back we came across 6 kg of uncut Coke . A mate handed it over ( free ) . Apparently this was just a small part of what he had actually discovered . I wonder who ended up paying for a mistake like this. I know they move through this area frequently dropping stuff and sending G.P.S. co-ordinates to next guy !
 
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Jeez thats alot of coke to get for free. What does one do with all that coke? Thats def a lot more than what is needed for personal use and I would imagine could net you some serious penalties if caught :\

Merged your intro threads into one for ya so we can keep it a bit more tidy :)
 
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I imagine in the Fiji islands, the things are a little bit more laid back than here in the states.

Then again, there was one apartment which contained 750 pounds of meth (it's posted about in Drugs in the Media)... so it's conceivable that you can totally get away with it, no questions asked. =D
 
Too much fun

Thanks for your replies guys . As per some of our various " discoveries " , given no money changed hands , everything was used and abused by a small , tight knit group. I think it took nearly 2 months . Prior to that none of us had ever really had access to Coke . We were all used to blasting other stuff so out came the tool kits and that was it. Hours turned to Days turned to Weeks. By the end of it , all of us were in very bad places physically and mentally. Besides the terrible paranoia ( i.e. " there is someone outside " ..." hear that"...." what's that noise "...." what are they saying about me " etc , etc ) , our introduction was just too enthusiastic and my last memory was lying down in a bathroom thinking " oh no , here comes the next life " . Woke up a week later in Hospital with tubes everywhere . Everyone of us who really got stuck into it had similar endings . It was fantastic yet completely fucked up in hindsight . We were naive and just got as flogged as possible as often as possible. And given we were banging it , we'd be mixing up every 15 minutes .

Small countries in the South Pacific generally contain a pretty religious indigenous population which means officially drugs are considered very bad . Whilst they grow a fair bit of pot here , there isn't a big enough domestic market for anyone to consider setting up shop when it comes to the harder stuff. We can buy plenty of stuff over the counter from Chemists including Codeine, Xanax , Valium and other Benzo's. We also have mates working in hospitals who can arrange for Opiates and Synthetics. Other wise , any fun we have is usually part of some trans shipment or when friends arrive from overseas . There is also a growing Chinese population here and although they are a very tight group , occasionally we hear of some Heroin or Meth moving around . Most of my experiences and use have been in other countries ( particularly Australia ) .
 
Thanks for the hospitality

Captain.H , skillz and JoshE .

In the socially acceptable universe we are often forced to inhabit , this forum is a good release. I mean you can't just rock up to the neighbours BBQ and start blabbing about some fanfunkentastic rock , a monster blast or the 2 litres of G you just stumbled across.....It is like the Berlin Wall on consciousness and I am not sure which side we would stake as home ( they'd say East ..methinks West). I always figured it was better to try most things before having an opinion. When it came to off-chops, I guess it was better to try stuff more frequently. I have really done the rounds including a trip in 1992 to Zurich where my visits to " Needle Park " were both amazing and terrible. The utopia of anything goes was destroyed in minutes by the sight of thousands of the hardest core users I could have imagined. Until then I always figured I was a big boy consumption wise . Mate , talk about the balloon popping. Ambulances coming and going every 20 minutes . A frenzy of buying and selling . It was so cheap but that was the only + . After that visit , I felt lucky . Even with a massive monkey on my back , I still had some pride , some drive and hope. Not that it slowed me down too much . Just sad to see the backside of it all. Drugs are supposed to be fun. I guess fun is a relative concept. A few years back my brother hung himself after a 6 month binge on Ice and G. A few days before this event he drank about 60 mls of G and slept for 3 days . He woke up somewhere far far away then proceeded to tuck in to another 30 - 40 mls. I could see it coming but I didn't want to intervene because I didn't want my parents to find out - plus I was hardly an angel and not thinking clearly. I dealt with it all by getting as fucked up as possible as often as possible for a while then slowed down a bit when I realised I couldn't do anything to make things better. I am 40 and started at 16. I haven't touched alcohol since I was 23 . This means I have spent 24 years on something almost all the time . Normal people would have found 1000 reasons to stop. Thank God I am not normal. Some of the best times in my life have been good gear , a tight crew and mumbling comedy where everyone was the best person ever.....You guys take care .
 
A Bad Night in L.A.

After doing a bit of time on the ground in all kinds of places , I kind of developed a useful ( but naive ) nose for action. This was illustrated once on a business trip to L.A. I had plenty luck at the north end of Venice getting Sugar off the bike riding mules ( dime bags ). It took a while to figure that black tar didn't mix up easy ( until then I had only experienced the " white " ). We were staying near Anaheim for a conference when my mates said " Let's put in and get on " . That night we were looking for uppers. When it came time for scoring , everyone slipped quietly into the background so I said fuck it , give me the bucks and I blindly left the hotel . I figured I would just grab a cab and tell the driver I was a tourist looking for gear and could he take me somewhere that would realise a good result . The driver was reluctant at first but an extra $20 and he took me to a place about 15 minutes away and told me this was as far as he would go but if I got out and walked down a dark street , I would find what I was looking for at the end. So off I went , thinking it couldn't be that bad . Anyway , got to the end of the road on foot and saw a big group off people hanging outside flats . Load music and high fences. I guessed that was where the action was so I walked that way . When I got about 50 metres from what was 100 + people, I was immediately approached by 4 - 5 young guys asking me what the fuck I was doing etc . I said I was from Australia ( because no one has heard of Fiji ) and that I wanted to score. They looked me up and down and then one big guy came over and said how much . I asked what did he have and he said " rocks" . That sounded like a good start besides , the vibe was less than ideal and I just wanted in and out. I handed over $300 and he left , heading into one of the flats. After a few minutes he got back and seemed real decent . He said - " Where are you staying , I can drop you off " . I thought , wow , this is great . I told him and said I'd give him the same as the Taxi Fare . So we walked a little until we reached a hotted up black racer . He opened up and let me in then we drove off .
 
L.A. Part 2...

So I was thinking , hey , these guys are pretty friendly . We drove about three blocks then this guys parked his car in a dark area down at the end of a one way street . At this stage he pulled out a plastic bag which he explained was my gear . It consisted of blocks that looked like bits of soap or sugar cubes. It seemed to be decent amount. I had no idea what was a good deal or bad deal . It didn't really matter , so long as I got home with something to please the crew. asked what it was . No use pretending to be cool . I am not. After a couple of different responses I confirmed it was crack. Hmmm . Heard about it . Never tried it before so it was looking interesting. He then pulled out a pipe from somewhere and pulled some out of the bag , loaded the pipe and proceeded to show me how to smoke it. I got a hit after him and it immediately turned me right on . I was thinking everyone was going be be stoked when I arrived home. Unfortunately instead of a few more lessons then that promised lift home , we sat there for about an hour as he slowly but surely turned my learning exercise into a personal pig out . I started getting concerned whilst watching the bag get smaller and smaller and more so when he stopped talking to me and started getting all freaky . I couldn't understand him and I tried to initiate conversation but it seemed I had turned invisible. Finally I said to him - man , I'll just grab my stuff and get a taxi. He didn't seem to hear. I kept repeating myself and eventually he handed me my what was left of my stuff . He'd had about 60% of it and when I reached for the door to leave he suddenly turned very aggressive and yelled NO . Now I was really in a jam. I was on my own with this guy , in a car , down a dead end street . There where no people . No cars . Maybe 1/2 a mile away was an intersection that we had taken on our way in but otherwise I realised I was very much a sitting duck . A no name , no reference tourist with money and clueless . So I decided I was going to make a dash for it . Once I figured out how to open the car door and had picked my best option to get the hell away , this guy suddenly opens up his glove box and pulls out a gun . He sticks this against my head and asked me for my money .

I was already prepared for the worst and I thought the best thing would be to offer him some more gear while I pretended to get my cash together . He took another rock and loaded his pipe , putting the gun down on the dashboard while he started smoking . Immediately I kicked open the passenger door and started running. The nausea held back by my near certainty that the next I would hear would be a gun shot . I ran like a rabbit - ducking and arting - probably breaking a few records in the process . I just aimed for the area where there were lights and kept running . I was a man possessed . I sprinted literally for 10 minutes , finally reaching a busy road where I saw a taxi. I hailed this down and tried to give the driver directions . I couldn't talk I was so scared . I have spent most of my life living on small islands and closest I'd ever been to a gun was watching Clint Eastwood movies . This shit was just surreal . I eventually got home in compete shock. I handed the crew the bag and ran to the bathroom where I threw up and sat shivering . My friend ran me a warm shower and I just stayed in there for an hour . By the time I got out , everyone was loaded and loving it . I had completely lost interest in this . The whole experience was so fucked up. I learnt alot that night . Mostly , that no matter how good your intentions are and how experienced you think you might be , that there are places that you don't go to . That being smart will not get you put of trouble when you don't have " home court " advantage . That you are not a tough guy when someone has a gun and that there are some real animals in this World who have no concept or interest in reason and any sort of value system . I would never treat someone like that . I am the product of my environment , which was very far removed from life in L.A. and probably thousands of other places like that all over the U.S.

I am sure there were places I could have gone where everything would have been fine . But that night I was a fish out of water and have never been so scared . It was entirely my fault but still , I don't expect to see that guy in any " Visit Disneyland Brochures " !
 
But I like the general enthusiasm exhibited by most Americans . I have met some great people from the U.S. ( and everywhere ) . To me , everyone starts off good until proven otherwise . If anyone out there plans to visit the Fiji Islands . Let me know . I would be happy to help any of you passing by this place. The World can be amazing when you find good people .
 
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