In 1996  when driving my Syncro Westy through the Rif mountains of
northern Morocco, EVERYBODY knew what the Westy was for!!  ALL!
road side people tried to flag us down.  When I stopped to take a
picture of the acres of marijuana growing by the road side (for about
100 kms) a nice 'gentleman' drove by, then turned around and stopped
and wanted to discuss "business".  He invited us back to his house to
sample his wares and said that he knew every hiding place in the
Westy and that NO ONE would find anything.  We declined his offer,
but it was interesting chatting with a real live drug dealer - a real
business-man.

Don't let a police dog sniff a van that has even driven through
Morocco!!   Malcolm S