So I sold the apartment, loaded the van and thought i would pack the hash into a few boxes in the back. It was not a massive planned operation, nor was it a profitable one at that as the cost of driving back from Spain to the UK is a lot more than you would have thought. Including Toll Fees, Petrol and the Ferry cost it is somewhere in the region of around £600 for a one way trip. I drove from Alicante all the way down to Bilbao (8 hours) and got the Ferry from there to Portsmouth. When I drove off the boat, immediately I began to shit myself and realize the error of my way..!
As I drove off the boat they were letting all the vehicles drive straight through with a simple wave of the passport so naturally it seemed I was in the clear.
Out of every driver that came off the boat I was the only one they pulled over at the docks. The cannabis was well wrapped in around 7 layers of bags and brown tape, washed each time it was wrapped so it certainly was not the smell that got me pulled over. I was holding out hope and with nerves of steel i braved it. I got out and began talking as though everything was sweet as it could be and I could not have been friendlier if i tried. They searched the vans contents with every single item laid out on a bench next to me and began opening all the empty boxes and bags. They searched everything and finally it seemed i was in the clear when the guy starts unwrapping my tv box that the hash was in. I lit up a cigarette walked to the side and realised that was my last smoke of the day.
After finding the sealed brown package they decided to spend the next 4 hours dismantling the entire van. With a team of about 20 customs agents they took the whole thing apart and I mean everything. Of course they were not going to find anything, why would I leave 350 grams of puff for them to clearly find if i was hiding multiple kilograms somewhere else? It simply did not make sense!
So I was arrested by Portsmouth customs and excise and questioned under caution etc and finally taken to Portsmouth station. Where I was charged and placed in a cell which i thought was going to be my bed for the night. To be fair the officers there were very nice and the finger print guy even gave me some Ginster pies while i was chatting to him. He said it was just a job to earn money t finish his home building project and he even made me a decent cup of coffee.
So after a few hours of interrogations and most of the night in the cells came my interview. I openly admitted the whole thing from start to finish and said it was clearly not for profit and bought as a personal stash and they seemed happy with that and let me out to appear in court in the coming months ahead. It was funny actually because they offered to give me a lift to the station as it was the early hours of the morning by this time. One of the main customs officers drove straight into the barrier and i said to her she needs to lay off smoking on that pollen they took off me ;-)