i swear to god this isnt a lie, if you dont belive me, than fuck you. I went to costa rica, and when i was there, i thought weed was legal. (thats why i was stoked to go) They had alot of little trinket stores, and some of them had really nice glass pipes, clay pipes, i think they were clay, but didnt see any bongs. oh yea i stayed at a town called tamerindo. So i was walkin around lookin for places to buy weed, and almost everybody spoke spanish, so this was a hard task. i asked a rasta at a pipe booth, i asked " where can i find some MaRiJuAnA?He took me into a dark alley, i thought he was gona mug me, but he sold me a sack with my american 20 dollar bill. at first i thought he was rippin me off, cuz the weed there smells completely different, then after my friend i went with assured me that it was weed, then i worried it might be laced. i was like fuck it, i dont even care, cuz i went through too much trouble to get this. i smoked it, and it was exellent weed. i was like 13 at the time