What’s the Weirdest Place You’ve Smoked a Bowl?

[fishmansf]

I don't recall I've ever been in a "weird" place. But, I readily admit a urinal located in the middle of the mountains is surely weird. I can't visualize anyone will to truck a heavy, porcelain urinal out into the sticks just for . . . well who knows. I've sat on a toilet, in full SCUBA, under the sea, off the coast of Maui but, thousands of people have done that so, hardly weird. I wasn't smoking a pipe at the time either.

So, maybe in the rear of an Aeroflot jet. I was advised smoking wasn't allowed on Russian airlines but, if I really wanted to go to the last four rows of seats, that was where smoking wasn't allowed but, permitted. Gotta love those Russians! Didn't seem weird though.

This wins

 

[fishmansf]

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Bejing above, Lisbon and Ecuador below to name only a few.

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Those look like prime spots to Mike? How is the tobacco market in China?

 

[Arthur Frayn]

For me it would be a urinal in the middle of the mountains.

So. you had the entirety of the great outdoors- in the middle of the mountains, and you went in and used the urinal...with a pipe in your mouth.

Ok. you win the thread.

 

[ashdigger]

In a burned out house.

Look, it’s pre- disastered ~ Robin Williams ~ The World According to Garp.

 

[gamzultovah]

Just about everywhere I went in NYC while I was on vacation a few weeks ago. I smoked in Central Park (a no-no) and every other park I stepped into. As a matter of fact, just about every place I went my pipe stayed in my mouth, even when ordering bagels, pizza or knishes. No one seemed to mind. I even walked around Keen’s steakhouse with a pipe in mouth and got quite a few fist bumps. None of this was weird to me, mind you.

 

[Briarpuffin]

Several years ago I hiked to the top of Glassy Mountain on the estate of Carl Sandburgs home in Flat Rock NC.
Him being an author I bet he lit up a pipe in the same location for inspiration.

 

[Searock Fan]

Just about everywhere I went in NYC while I was on vacation a few weeks ago. I smoked in Central Park (a no-no) and every other park I stepped into. As a matter of fact, just about every place I went my pipe stayed in my mouth, even when ordering bagels, pizza or knishes. No one seemed to mind. I even walked around Keen’s steakhouse with a pipe in mouth and got quite a few fist bumps. None of this was weird to me, mind you.

Hey, it was New York! Most people are reluctant to make eye contact let along confront you. They all remember what happened to those two guys in front of Keen's..... and they were minding their own business.

 

[telescopes]

Those look like prime spots to Mike? How is the tobacco market in China?

I never looked. I was overwhelmed with the culture and people. For whatever reason, they thought I was Steve Seagal (not joking) and it was hard to keep crowds from wanting to take pictures with me. Everyone in my group including my wife were confused as to why i was getting so much attention constantly.

 

[canucklehead]

I never looked. I was overwhelmed with the culture and people. For whatever reason, they thought I was Steve Seagal (not joking) and it was hard to keep crowds from wanting to take pictures with me. Everyone in my group including my wife were confused as to why i was getting so much attention constantly.

 

[BriarLinedMeer]

Not that weird, but I've smoked my pipe in the nude, couldn't sleep, then couldn't be arsed dressing, so went to my smoking shack in the middle of the night and had a bowl

 

[NikoReyes]

For me its during a state level football match in my city and I was sitting in the stadium & enjoy my pipe.

 

[Elric]

Not really weird, per se, but I remember smoking a pipe on an armored vehicle's combat ramp lowered onto a water can watching the stars. Pleasant on a number of occasions.

 

[cosmicfolklore]

I don't know about weird, but as I walk around all day with my pipe clenched, I tend to forget that I have it. I have been shopping at the grocers when I realized that I had my pipe clenched. I have walked into many businesses forgetting that I have a pipe lit. Since no one has ever said anything negative, I usually just keep it clenched, and try to keep smoke to a minimal out of respect for people tolerating me. I am at the age, where people tend to just smile and nod at me a lot. But, when apologizing for realizing that I have my pipe, I have been told not to worry, "no smoking" just means cigarettes. Probably someone just being nice to the "old man."

 

[pappymac]

Not weird but...
Smoked a pipe while standing on the ice somewhere near Pt. Barrow, Alaska followed six months later by smoking a pipe on the ice near McMurdo Station, Antarctica.

I've also smoked my pipe during a hurricane or two.

 

[Streeper541]

Not weird but...
Smoked a pipe while standing on the ice somewhere near Pt. Barrow, Alaska followed six months later by smoking a pipe on the ice near McMurdo Station, Antarctica.

I've also smoked my pipe during a hurricane or two.

To Coasties none of that is odd. SEMPER PARATUS

 

[Davy]

I try to avoid weird places, if I can.

 

[RustiePyles CPG]

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[burleybreath]

Rolls-Royce showroom, Manhattan, late '70s. Nobody gave a sh-t. Nobody became apoplectic. Nobody noticed, frankly. Weird? You bet, by today's standards.

 

[jpmcwjr]

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[TheIronMonkey]

At the grave of the late author Corey Ford. Mr. Ford was a pipe-smoker, so I thought that it would be an appropriate gesture of respect. Further, when I was done, I sprinkled the ashes on the ground in front of his headstone.

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Where is Corey Ford buried? My interest in him comes through the caricaturist, Miguel Covarrubias, who illustrated the dust jackets for Ford’s mysteries written as John Riddell and the Impossible Interviews that appeared in Vogue and Vanity Fair. I’m fortunate enough to own the original art for the Impossible Interview between British Prime Minister Anthony Eden and writer Heywood Broun that appeared in the May 1936 issue of Vogue “incorporating Vanity Fair” (magazine spread below from Vogue’s archives):