I’m superstitious by nature and from the moment I booked my trip to Jamaica my right foot was itching. Now according to superstition when your right foot itches it means you are about to embark on an adventure where you will be welcome. And from the second I landed in Jamaica I felt like I was home!
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As I’m sure many of you can relate, where I live weed is something you hide. In fact, the most dangerous thing about weed is getting caught with it. I’ve actually been arrested for being a weed connoisseur. All charges were dropped. But I still had to go to jail, bond out, pay for a lawyer, get my car out of the impound and here I sit with no criminal background but I’ve spent tons of money in my defense. So to say the least I worry at times about smoking weed in public. But that wasn’t even close to the case in Jamaica.
The second we walked out of the airport every Jamaican there offered us weed. At the hotel same story. Everyone from the bellboy, maintenance guys, security, bartenders, everyone has weed.To find weed was not a problem. Aside from being paradise it was real freedom. And that says a lot because I supposedly live in “the land of the free” …and have never felt free like I did in Jamaica.
In Jamaica every ting was irie! We would sit poolside, smoking and security would come up to us and pound our fist and say “Respect mon.” We could smoke anywhere with no worries at all. You can even go on excursions to weed plantations, which was so cool:
While there I heard two different stories and one joke about how the weed situation works in Jamaica. The first story was that marijuana was legalized across the country in 2015. The other was the it was much more recently but even before it was completely legal it was treated legal, you weren’t going to get in trouble for a joint or anything like that.
The joke goes, all Jamaican citizens can walk around with an ounce legally. All tourist can have 2 ounces but only a Rasta can have 10.
The laws there I envy. Now the only problem was the quality of the cannabis. It took me back to the 90s. Stems, seeds, straight reggie. I guess being a tourist doesn’t help (you know not knowing anybody and stuff) but it was hard to find high quality weed. The same is true in Puerto Rico and Punta Cana though. You have to go into La Perla in PR to find dro. They lack the resources but even so with the easy access and ready availability you just up your quantity and roll big fat Bob Marley joints and you get high!
On a little side note, while in Jamaica we befriended a couple from the UK. They say the weed situation is even worse there. The cops can pull you over, and like they do with the breathalyzer test here to see if your drunk. They have a roadside test there, but in the form of a mouth swab, to see if your high or have used cannabis recently. But if proven high, you only get a ticket. Crazy right? I thought it was interesting. They also said we need to go to Amsterdam. That there you are really free.
Maybe Amsterdam is my next trip. Or maybe just Vegas since it’s the 5th state to legalize but I had to write this just to express that I loved Jamaica. Before I left I googled how to find weed in Jamaica and all the blogs said you need to go to Kingston. And that it’s still illegal and that it’s really hush hush. Who knows maybe those people writing those blogs are lame and don’t know how to buy weed in their own block at home. Whatever the case, I figured I’d update the world on Jamaica. I was in Montego Bay. It’s not hush hush, it’s not illegal. And if you’re a stoner like me, you need to go to Jamaica, it’s like the weed capital of the Caribbean…yea…mon!