About 3 days into our honeymoon in New Zealand in 1977 I had a terrifying experience, which involved scenes straight from the movie "Midnight Express!" On reflection Jail in Istanbul and Christchurch are probably vastly different.
The terror started when my half opened case fell off the bed in a Christchurch Hotel...or was it crack den. Read on!
I was picking up various items some of which had rolled under the bed and there I found the stash cleverly concealed in a pair of socks, were some seeds, clearly drugs either planted in our luggage or left by the previous occupant of this seedy crack den of a room. Panic set in, were the Cops about to bust down the door or worse still were New Zealand's most notorious drug dealers about to "give me concrete boots".
Whatever it was we had to leave and it had to be now, but what do I do with drugs, the only answer seemed to be the toilet, so down they went followed by the socks. We checked out straight away citing a family emergency and found another hotel, hoping we were not followed by the crims or the cops. Phew! That was close.
The rest of the honeymoon went smoothly and when we arrived back at Melbourne Airport we were picked up by my late brother Brian.
His first words were, "did you find the split peas I put in your Socks!" His idea of a honeymoon joke!