Oh my, seems like I’ve been naughty.
Colombia has changed a lot during Álvaro Uribe’s presidency; the current reality is nothing like the one portrayed by the stereotypes still popular in Europe. Doesn’t seem like a crime & drug capital of the world at all.
Neverthless, not suprisingly, cocaine is quite plentiful in Colombia.
It’s funny to watch some tourists, asking in hushed, conspirational voices: “dude, do you know where I can get some coke”… Well, sure I do, dude. Ask the taxi driver. Ask the guy selling cigarettes on the street. Ask the first barman you’ll get to a small-talk with. If you’re too shy to ask, just walk slowly around the tourist area, a black guy in his late 40s will approach you with friendly small talk about party & girls.
Cost. From 5k to 20k COP (that’s about 2.5-10 USD) for a gram; more than that is a rip-off. Usual price should be around 10k; more should mean better quality, but you never know what you’re buying.
Quality. No idea. I’ve tried ~4 different sources; all tasted differently. The best one was a gram I got from a taxi driver, as a gift (I tipped well two night before, though).
I’ve read somewhere, that the stuff which reaches Europe is being further processed / flavored, with significant additions of extasy and other… whatever. Seems about correct, according to my one-time European experience.
Laws. Posession of up to 1 gram is legal.
Effects. Well, tricky. If you’re careful with the amount (say, up to 0.3g during an evening, for the quality I had my hands on), there isn’t much. If you go harder, the night can get fun (in the crazy kind of way), but you’ll pay for it on the next day.
It’s not just the hangover and running nose; it’s the (extremely unpleasant) feeling of paranoia and slipping into the world of hard to describe insanity. Basically, you’re going nuts. There is an urge to just follow Marla and slide, but I didn’t dare.
No regrets, but I’m through with this shit for a long while.