Ganja smugglin’ through airport control yesterday.

almost died when I heard the beeping noise as I walked through and the lady checked me. I was shaking all over like jelly. She looked at my hair and said sarcasticly and suspiciously : “Ooooh what nice rasta hair you’ve got there….”and then kept touching it for like more than a minute.

it might have been just me panicking, but I think she was checking me way longer than normal.

Anyways, happily I survived… :D