We inspected a medical marijuana dispensary just now.

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02-11-2016, 02:45 PM

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For those who may wonder, the most likely reason the deposit was paid in cash is that possession of marijuana, even medical marijuana and recreational marijuana in states where it has been legalized, is still a violation of federal law. As a result, banks will not touch businesses involved with the growing or distribution of marijuana. Federally chartered banks are afraid of losing their charters and state charter banks are fearful of losing their access to fed funds resources needed overnight to meet cash reserve compliance. As a result the legal marijuana trade is awash in cash. Thus the cash payments, high security, and two big safes.

We were driving from our hotel, the Safari Park Hotel, in Thika, outside Nairobi, to Masai Amboseli, a game park administered by the Masai, at the Kenya-Tanzania border, at the foot of Mt. Kilimanjaro, when a stone flew off the back of a flatbed and went through our windshield. No safety glass. The windshield shattered into a million little pieces all over us. I pulled the driver of the truck over. He spoke about as much English as I did Swahili. He said "How can you say I did it? The wind did it." We went back and tried again the next day. The phones were out, so we couldn't make a room reservation at the lodge inside the park. We met a young Kenyan man who was hitchhiking at the entrance to the park. We took him to the lodge, where he worked. No vacant rooms. He talked to a friend, who put us up in a thatched roof mud hut nearby. We had some dented cans of food. (All the cans in all the stores in Nairobi were dented.) We cooked up a can of food with a gasoline-powered backpacker's stove. I got sick from the food. We were lying in hammocks with mosquito netting. Every five minutes a five pound gecko or monitor lizard would bounce off my shoulder or a baboon would peer at me. I wanted to go outside and puke, but there was this very loud, nonstop noise and the ground was shaking. I didn't want to find out what it was, so I puked into a plastic bag. IT was a herd of rogue elephants who wandered into our village. In the morning they were grazing peacefully nearby. A couple of village mud huts were flattened. My wife drove us back to our hotel and a Sikh Indian doctor gave me a shot with a questionable syringe and told me to drink a lot of Coca Cola.