A hash pipe and a scam.

Amritsar, 15-05-1994. An uneventful bus ride from Jammu to Amritsar apart from the buffalo that suddenly crossed the road and almost got knocked down by our bus. Probably nothing special in India where there is so much stray cattle around. Some crazy bloke from California with a tibetan wife i met in the street outside my hotel, explained how one can make a shit load of money when going to Pakistan. Now i have no desire to go to Pakistan nor any interest in making money in a most likely illegal way but i enjoyed the free hashish in a hash pipe that went around while he exitedly told me the scam in the room of his hotel.