My name is Don Ethan “La Blonde Diablo” and this is how my story began.
This story begins and ends in the Medan Airport in Indonesia. I’d been in country only a few days and was waiting for my flight out. I knew the risks: Customs, International Flight to Malaysia, Security… The last place I wanted to end up was in a backwards prison system in a third world country, but this was my chance to turn a little profit. I’ll admit it was exciting too.
We had already cleared customs and security and I left my bags in the international departure area. I went outside and looked to make a contact who could hook me up. I wasn’t sure who was the right person to first make my proposition too… ask the wrong guy and he’ll probably tell the authorities. I saw a taxi driver who I knew from earlier in the trip. At first he just kept shaking his head and saying “he couldn’t get it” and it “was very bad stuff”. He continued to say no, but like anywhere… everything has a price. I’d give him some good money if he helped me find someone who would leave the airport, go into the city and bring it back to me. My friend and all our bags had already passed through customs and security. Finally my taxi guy talked to the Chinese shop owners who ran the money exchange and they agreed to run into town and find it for me. I was to wait outside the airport and they would bring it back. I started to get worried about how I would carry it back in so I went back upstairs and got my shoulder bag. I also decided to go buy some drinks and snacks from the shop so that when I came back through security it would look like maybe I just went out to buy some snacks and hoped they may not search my bag to well. After 15 minutes or so a Chinese guy pulled up with several folded boxes under his arms and he was headed for the money exchange office. I knew my package was in there. He went into the exchange and my local went in after him to give them my money and bring me out what I paid for. I was waiting in the back of the coffee shop and my local came into the back with the package folded under his arm. My bag was on the table so he just dropped it in. I closed the bag, shook his hand and headed back for security. I was a little nervous, but this was a very small airport and I figured they weren’t checking all that hard for things…
… good news is I made it through security! I am now the proud owner of the Premier Issue of Playboy Indonesia. If you haven’t heard there are huge riots and debates going on over here about the magazine. Indo is a strongly Muslim country. Here is a recent link: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4905640.stm
Funny part of this story is that once I got back up to my bags I noticed a postcard stand across the way so I went over to buy a couple… the lady working the counter had a playboy way down under the shelf that I could see. So after my drug runner / fugitive like adventure… I bought a second copy by only walking 20 feet from where we were sitting inside security. Anyway, I hope they force the magazine to shut down as I will have a collectors item… actually 2 of them.
P.S. Victoria Secret cataloges have way way more riske photos in them.
-The Don
