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SNOWING IN BALI

Really?

Yeah, we had that much here, and we had the best quality. A lot of people made millions through my hands.

– Alberto

Another dealer, Andre, flew into Bali on false passports, sometimes gluing back his ears to look more like a photo that didn’t much resemble him anyway. He darted around Bali on his motorbike wearing disguises – a Muslim hat or an Indian turban – checking into hotels to collect FedExed drug packages. He was one of South America’s most wanted drug bosses.

A friend of theirs, Fabio, was fabulously rich, with a beautiful villa close to the beach. His wealth came from trafficking cocaine to Bali and then selling it in bulk to an Australian buyer or to one of the several multi-millionaire Indonesian drug bosses who worked largely with immunity in Bali, with police on their payrolls. He’d been doing it for a while; in fact, the stuff Frank De Castro Dias had been busted with embedded in his surfboards was meant for him. Fabio also ran a hip beachfront bar and restaurant, a couple of doors down from another bar owned by an Indonesian drug boss.

You would be surprised how many businesses in Bali are built on drug money.

– Chino, Indonesian drug boss

Each afternoon Fabio bopped around his trendy restaurant, chatting up babes or selling tiny plastic bags of blow that he kept under the sarong he wore around his waist. It was the only thing he wore, as he flaunted a bare chest and muscled torso. He was notorious for his filthy bare feet, but it didn’t seem to diminish his pick-up prowess. Fluent in several languages, he

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