Wherever you land, someone's got the goods— Moroccan hash passed across a café in France or pre-rolls from a Croatian corner store. I once smoked the fattest joint in the freakin' North Pole, thanks to the restaurant kitchen staff. Trust me, I know a spot.

 

Light up and look around. Tripper is the path less travelled for the path less travelled. In fact, there is no path. We’re here for the weird and wonderful sesh spots, chasing graffiti across alleyways and exploring a new city after the joint’s lit. 

 

This issue brings us to Toronto. One of my favourite cities, it's a pot smoker's dream: walkable neighbourhoods, parks on every corner, and more dispensaries than Tim Hortons. 

 

Whether you're here for a farm tour, the dankest strains,  unforgettable meals or unhinged public art— Welcome to the 6ix.

Let's Trip.