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18th December 2019.
Update 21st December: I was talking to a guy that helped the police drag it out of the surf. It wasn't weed, It was primo Moroccan Hash. Bummer
Synchronicity
The beach next to my place at a camp site is well known for the occasional 50 kilo bale of weed to be found, washed up on the shore.
Its near to some of the drug smuggling routes and apparently they sometimes lose some cargo and it floats about, wrapped in plastic, until it washes onto a shore somewhere.
So every morning, I take me and the mobility scooter down to the beach with the Jack Russell. If the sand is not too wet or dry. I'm good for a few miles of beach combing while the pooch runs wild investigating everything.
Always hopeful that I might encounter some lost smuggler's swag, in the shape of 50 kilos of best Moroccan.
Logistically I would not know what to do with such a heavy bag of treasure, but a chance at a few handfuls of the dry stuff might have been in order, who knows, but it was a long held dream of mine to find a bale.
So today, I was part of the way down the track that leads to the beach, when I encountered an English couple that I know and we got chatting.
At some point we were discussing police and coastguard activities on the beach the previous night. Apparently 40 or so immigrants were caught.
We must have been talking for half an hour or so when a Guardia Civil 4x4 passed us by and heading down to the beach.
Where they found a washed up 50 kilo bale of weed !
My Guardian Angels must have been watching over me today,
the story in the newspapers might have read as follows:
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A British pensioner was caught red handed today when he tried to collect a bale of marijuana worth 2 zillion Euros, that he was smuggling from Africa.
His amateurish plot fell apart when he miscalculated the weight of the bale after it was damaged and almost doubled in weight after absorbing sea water.
The hapless old duffer had eventually managed to load the bale onto his electric mobility scooter which promptly began to sink into the wet sand.
Unwilling to leave his contraband he was frantically attempting to dig himself out of a hole to escape the incoming tide.
That's when a Guardia Civil 4x4, who was scouting for illegal immigrants found him, one meter below the beach and struggling to get out of the hole that he had dug.
He was arrested and is claiming that he was going to take it to the police station and hand it in.
Honest guv.
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Fortunately for me while I was yarning about this very fantasy, down on the beach was a 50 kilo bale of weed, which I would have found.
A few minutes before the police arrived.
There would have been questions for which I have no answer.
I'm so glad that I stopped to talk with Des & Jane.
That is Synchronicity and lucky me.
Was it Confucius who said:
Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it ?
18th December 2019.
Update 21st December: I was talking to a guy that helped the police drag it out of the surf. It wasn't weed, It was primo Moroccan Hash. Bummer
Synchronicity
The beach next to my place at a camp site is well known for the occasional 50 kilo bale of weed to be found, washed up on the shore.
Its near to some of the drug smuggling routes and apparently they sometimes lose some cargo and it floats about, wrapped in plastic, until it washes onto a shore somewhere.
So every morning, I take me and the mobility scooter down to the beach with the Jack Russell. If the sand is not too wet or dry. I'm good for a few miles of beach combing while the pooch runs wild investigating everything.
Always hopeful that I might encounter some lost smuggler's swag, in the shape of 50 kilos of best Moroccan.
Logistically I would not know what to do with such a heavy bag of treasure, but a chance at a few handfuls of the dry stuff might have been in order, who knows, but it was a long held dream of mine to find a bale.
So today, I was part of the way down the track that leads to the beach, when I encountered an English couple that I know and we got chatting.
At some point we were discussing police and coastguard activities on the beach the previous night. Apparently 40 or so immigrants were caught.
We must have been talking for half an hour or so when a Guardia Civil 4x4 passed us by and heading down to the beach.
Where they found a washed up 50 kilo bale of weed !
My Guardian Angels must have been watching over me today,
the story in the newspapers might have read as follows:
--------------------------------------------------------------------
A British pensioner was caught red handed today when he tried to collect a bale of marijuana worth 2 zillion Euros, that he was smuggling from Africa.
His amateurish plot fell apart when he miscalculated the weight of the bale after it was damaged and almost doubled in weight after absorbing sea water.
The hapless old duffer had eventually managed to load the bale onto his electric mobility scooter which promptly began to sink into the wet sand.
Unwilling to leave his contraband he was frantically attempting to dig himself out of a hole to escape the incoming tide.
That's when a Guardia Civil 4x4, who was scouting for illegal immigrants found him, one meter below the beach and struggling to get out of the hole that he had dug.
He was arrested and is claiming that he was going to take it to the police station and hand it in.
Honest guv.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Fortunately for me while I was yarning about this very fantasy, down on the beach was a 50 kilo bale of weed, which I would have found.
A few minutes before the police arrived.
There would have been questions for which I have no answer.
I'm so glad that I stopped to talk with Des & Jane.
That is Synchronicity and lucky me.
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Was it Confucius who said:
Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it ?
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