Yes...in Holland.
For having a bag of weed, if you can believe that! And it wasn't even mine!

However, I must elucidate 'pon the circumstances.

I, and my usual smoking-buddy/drinking partner/getaway driver, were on a 'Dutch Dash'. Organised by my company, I might add.

The ferry trip from Hell, sorry Hull, sorry, 'Ull, went as expected. Much merriment, and drinking, and dancing, and attempting to cop off with the fit girl from accounts ensued.
The next morning also went to plan. Kip on the bus from Rotterdam to Amsterdam, find a decent brekkie somewhere and then have a smoke. Pretty simple, yes?

It was.

Too simple, as it happens!

My erstwhile friend had decided (unbeknownst to me, of course) to bring back a biggish bag of the oh-so-goovy greenery. He smuggled it on board the ferry back (past all the dogs - for what it's worth, they are sniffing for explosives and not drugs).

Imagine my delight when we retire to our cabin for the return crossing, and he pulls out of his man-bag the aforementioned smoke (AK-47 from The Grey Area, much recommended). I was not so delighted when he started to roll up an admittedly impressive spliff in the cabin.

'For Christ's sake,' says I, 'at least smoke it on the top deck in the open. Like everyone else!'

'Nay,' sayeth he. 'It's fucking freezing.'

Seeing he has a point, but not wishing to be a part of what's coming next (remember the excursion is work organised!), I stumbled to the bar and proceeded to have a pint with my colleagues.

Until, that is, the large, hairy and frankfully scary security officer came and dragged me to my cabin.

'Sniff!' he bellows, unnecessarily, as the sweet smell has drifted outwards from our cabin, to a radius of possibly several yards.

Sensing the game was up, I did what every single person here would have done.

Squealed like a little girl. This did me no favours, as I'm sure you can imagine.

I was reunited with my mate in the main cabin of the ferry, right next to the walkway back to land. Looking down this tunnel I could see what looked like the entire Dutch Anti-Terrorism force storming up to the boat (OK, it was two gay dutch police, but I'm not about to ruin a frankly aweseome tale).

These police then arrested us and MARCHED US OFF THE FUCKING BOAT AND CHUCKED US INTO A JAIL CELL. IN THE PORT!

However, thinks I, it's not all bad, For starters, they didn't separate us, which has me thinking they know I haven't been involved in the incident on ship. For second, they haven't searched *my* bags, just those of my now battered companion.

Two hours later, after the two of us repeatedly thinking we can get out of this, followed by the thought we might not and voiding our bowels over the thought, the police come back.

My mate's bag of green was .03g under the limit for prosecution.

He got a hearty fine and a bollocking. My mate was a big type of chap, and the sight of a 6'2" rugby player getting a telling of from the campest policeman ever was a sight to behold.

After paying his fine, the security officer escorted us back onto the ship, where we received a hearty cheer, the offer of several beers and the fit girl from accounts was much more interested in me.

As for me?

I only got a tale to tell. And a release form from Dutch police for carrying half a gram of Blueberry.
(General Lee, Sat 7 May 2011, 16:13, 3 replies)

Please tell
What is the limit?
(Pill Popper Thank you Sasha Shulgin, Sat 7 May 2011, 16:43, closed)

Apparently
it is 5g. However, I must stress that talk of 'legal limits' and the like is probably not entirely accurate. I think it's more a guideline. Unlike our plastic coppers, the dutch police will actually take circumstances into consideration, and possibly even give you some tips for next time.
(General Lee, Sat 7 May 2011, 17:00, closed)

Elaboration time!
3 plants if you're growing, 5g if you're carrying.
Cannibis is perfectly illegal, this is just the prosecution limit.

However, if found by the police when they're being the police the 3 plants will be confiscated and the 5g may be.
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Sun 8 May 2011, 10:00, closed)