For the last two mornings V and I have been getting up early to go meet a very illusive traffic cop that is willing to sell me 15 bullets for essentially $8. I don't actually want bullets but bullet shell casings that I can use to make necklaces - apparently this is a concept that the officer can't seem to wrap his head around. Sometimes I get all comfy in a new country and then we do something like randomly walk up to a POLICE OFFICER and ask to buy bullets for a very small bribe and I realize I am not in Kansas (or Vancouver) anymore.
I've ordered these, harmless, bullet shell casings off of Etsy but am not sure that they will make it through customs...
