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Fun story. In College I did a summer semester in the UK. I had a long ponytail, wore tye-dyes... looked like a stoner (because I was a stoner)
My friend worked at a food co-op and gave me some Chamomile tea to help with jetlag. It was Eco-friendly bulk packaging: green dried leaf in a plastic baggie. I thought nothing of it and tossed it in my carry-on along with a textbook I'd hoped to read. And of course I had 1/4 oz of weed in my underpants on the theory there is no realistic chance I end up getting strip searched.
I walk up to Customs Officer who asks my purpose in visiting. Well, I was going to summer school but also visiting relatives so I vacillated for a second. Officer gets suspicious, asks name of the school. Well it was University College of London but there are like 3 schools with very similar names (Imperial College London, Kings College London) and I brainfarted for a second on which it was.
So now she knows for sure she's got a druggie and I'm actually starting to get legit scared. She tells me to "open up that bag then, let's have a look". I open it, she sees the baggie in full view, swoops in to grab it and demands, "WHAT IS THIS?!"
... and at that moment, relief! I knew I was saved!
"That's chamomille tea, ma'am. To help with jet lag."
She opens it, smells it, clearly is embarrassed, crossly tells me to zip up my bag and go on my way.
And what did I learn from this?
LSD is colorless, odorless, and you can bring a shitload on a piece of paper that nobody will ever find. Travel with LSD, not weed