When I went to Morocco, I got chatting to some lads after footie and they invited me up to this hut in the mountains to smoke some gear.
They said it was nearby but it was like an hour walk. My two English friends who I was travelling with didn't come.
When we got there, there was an older lad, like late 20s I guess, older than me (I was 19 at the time). He had a bottle of vodka he was passing round.
There was a lot of hash. Like it was a distribution operation.
Got really pissed and stoned. Increasingly not really able to understand anything.
Then the older lad said to me:
"you know those white ppl you are with, can you bring us their passports"
I was like "no, sorry man, they need em I think".
Cue an hour of him pestering me in various ways til there was an awkward silence.
I got up to go and they all got up at same time and kinda walked/followed me back.
I got back and my friends were like "got any gear?" and I was like "pack up"