The Great Update July 4th, 2015
Happy Independence Day, from Sri Lanka!!!! Haha, I need to get a grill and some cheap fireworks ASAP...
Anyway, my "run" has continued into what is now a week of use, and more money has been spent than I care to acknowledge! Still, some of the dope is REAL GOOD, and some is real MEH. Allow me to recap:
Saturday: Go to small heroin-infested village for the first time, find a friendly couple," Radam and Fatima," and they help me score (see first post in thread).
Saturday: I go back again that evening to cop once more (with the help of Radam and Fatima).
Monday: I go back to the same couple once I get out of work, and get hooked up.
Tuesday: Leave work early, and see Radam and Fatima. On my way out of the village, a dealer introduces himself and gives me his direct #.
If you've been following this thread, it's been shared that the village is EXTREMELY hot, as police routinely search people and set-up blockades (almost daily) to try and restrict the heroin use/sales in the village. Also, I met a dealer who was willing to deliver, but I felt some type of loyalty to Radam and Fatima (the couple that's been hooking me up).
Wednesday I had off work for "New-Moon Day" (amazing holiday, no? Lol I love this country!) So I got up nice and early and walked over to the village. I give Radam the money and I'm waiting in the house as I normally do. People are in and out of the house pretty regularly, I never know who lives there or who is just a friend, but everyone goes to smoke their "Kudu" (heroin, literally translates to "dust") in the back-room. Suddenly, a man with an un-tucked dress shirt and sandals walks into the house, I think nothing of it.
He walked through both rooms then circled back to me, sitting on the couch. I stand up, shake his hand, and introduce myself. I'm about to sit back down when he asks me where I'm from in a fairly stern manner. I respond with a friendly tone, and after about 2 more questions he reveals, "I am a police officer." I honestly thought it was a joke at first, someone from the village messing with me. He had no visible badge, and even for a "plain-clothes cop" he looked like he had just rolled out of bed! He continues, "there is a lot of drugs in this village, why are you here?" I told him I try to come in the morning to bring breakfast to Radam and his wife. The cop continues asking questions, checks my passport, visa, etc. The entire time he has this angry look on his face, and with every question his voice got a little louder, and a little sterner. He seemed frustrated that I was maintaining such a casual appearance... Extremely respectful, but i was not frantic, not did I reveal how fearful I truly was. He reviews my papers again, hands it back to me, and leaves.... No pat-down, no search, no nothing... Just an abrupt interrogation after walking right into Radam's home, unannounced!
Radam returned 15 minutes later with the dope, and I got the fuck out of there. Fatima (who was present for the interrogation) as well as the neighbors gave me a thumbs-up when the cop left and said I handled it perfectly. Radam reitterated that with an American passport, I have nothing to worry about - the country depends on our tourism. Still, I was thanking god, especially because I prayed (I do every time) before copping in that village... Terrifying.
That night when I needed to re-up, I called "Infi," the guy who said he would deliver to me, and at better prices than I was already paying. I continued to use Infi for the next couple of days, but honestly his dope is MAYBE, HALF the strength of what I was getting from Radam and Fatima... So yesterday, I decided to go back to the village before the sun-set (it seems the highest police presence comes around early morning, and late evening), and prayed for my safety.
I get to the village and I'm greeted by a group of Radam's friends... They sit me down outside, put a cigarette in my mouth, hand me a beer, and everyone gathers around to shoot the shit with me, lol. Americans seems so exotic and partially even revered by the Sri Lankans (I had expected the opposite before arriving here), it was like I was on display. I didn't feel exploited though, I know it comes from good intentions, they are all super hospitable and friendly. When I asked about police they started cracking up, they were certain I had nothing to worry about... Finally, Radam came out and brought me into his home.
I tell him I've been getting it delivered for much cheaper, and he wisely points out that it's probably heavily cut (definitely is, lol), and I nod. I give his wife the money, and she comes back with 5 brown packets that are very rocky (Good shit!). Last time I visited, Fatima (Radam's wife) was very dope-sick and I was trying to explain to her that I have suboxone from the U.S. but their English is very limited so I could not explain.
Before I went to cop, I spent an hour on google translate writing and translating a document explaining what suboxone is, and how to safely use it. This took FOREVER. The key to using google translate effectively, is translating back to english. Each sentence I wrote in English, I translated to Sinhala, then translated the Sinhala back to English. 9/10 times the words changed and the sentence no longer made sense! After meticulously tinkering and translating, I printed the paper with English and Sinhala and brought it with me. I reviewed the paper with Radam and Fatima and gave them each two suboxones, in case of an emergency... I really love this couple, lol.
Anyway, I got home last night and had a text from Infi! He said he saw me in the village, and basically wrote a paragraph apologizing, saying he can bring me better shit for even cheaper, lol. I think I will give him one last chance, as I really don't want to go back to the village and risk being arrested anymore. Radam and his friends laughed when I brought up my concern with the police, they seem to think I have nothing to worry about, as an American tourist.... Still, I rather be safe than sorry... I'll let ya'll know if Infi steps his game up now that he knows I'm copping from the competition ;p.
Take care friends, and be safe!
A
P.S. I've come to realize this thread is far from harm-reduction. I mean no disrespect to bluelight, nor do I intend to glorify drug-use. The only reason I'm sharing these stories is because I think they are an interesting account of copping abroad that we rarely hear. That being said, Heroin is a sneaky bitch that is so convincing, you'll rob yourself just to taste her one more time... I am leaving on a trip with work early Monday morning, so I intend to start back on my Suboxone Sunday morning/afternoon. Today is the last day of the run (we've all heard that before!).