PAGE FOUR; INTRODUCTION

Although the Cannabis Cup is one of those rare events where one can truly say that a good time was had by all, it is much more than merely a party. The Cannabis Cup is the time when members of the Great Family (many of whom do not know each other) come together to celebrate both their commonality and their uniqueness through the smoking of the Sacred Herb. And their battle cry is: "Hey Man, I can smoke that!"
... It is the enthusiasm of the Cup delegates and workers that makes the event such a joy. For the penultimate week of November, the sedate Pax Party House is transformed into a temple of over indulgence that leaves the building reeking of exotic aromas, the bar staff reeling and the tills ringing like carillons. The officers in the police station next door view it a little less enthusiastically but even they can be cajoled into a smile or two -- provided the queue to get in does not block the entrance to the station house.
... With the Pax Party House serving as the daytime base for the concerted milling of delegates as they wait for the buses to take them on one of the three or four coffeeshop tours, there are many distractions. A packed expo features all the movers and shakers of the cannabis world. The seed shop exhibitors supply the floral decoration in the form of full grown Mamas with gigantic bazonggas and the mental redecoration through their vaporisers (Eagle Bill has got a lot to answer for.) The air is thick and as the day progresses the delegates merely give the impression of being so themselves. The mood is warm, friendly and very stoned.