Nearly lunch time.  Bought most everything left at the market, and headed back to the room to cook up a vegetable soup.  John was there, and like a great host, had already started it.  I told him about the 'pot smokin' rock incident' and he didn't think too much of it, as if it were kind of normal.  Maybe it was.

Considering I would be leaving Tari some day soon, maybe some of that 'medical' marijuana might help me get through some lonely nights ahead.  Asking him what these guys were smoking, I hinted a little about being interested.  John didn't have any, but could get me some if I wanted it.  After handing him five dollars worth of Kina, he quickly exited, leaving me to finish the cooking.

By the time the soup was ready, he opened the door and carries in a large burlap bag over his shoulder, looking like Santa.  Here you go," he smiled.  The bag was completely stuffed, with just enough room to close it, but just barely.  It had to weigh 25 pounds, at least.  For anyone reading this who is not familiar with marijuana, that's a lot of pot for five bucks anywhere in the world.  Not that I am an expert. 

There must of been a strange look on my face, to cause him to start apologizing, saying he tried to get more, but that was all his guy would give him for 5 bucks.  Obviously, feeling bad, John looked and acted like he had blown it.  I was thinking that instead of five dollars, I should of given him five cents. Tapping him on the shoulder, I assured him, "It's just a little more than I can use.  You did great, John, really, a good deal!" 

Finishing off our soup, thought to myself, "where can I get a pipe?"

(This is John in the photo with three of his buddies.  John is standing with the white face.)