I was accused of being a Chilean naval spy in Bolivia, 1990.
Bolivia lives in a constant state of paranoia, being a landlocked nation surrounded by seabound neighbours. They have a history of heroism.
I am an ex naval officer, and I was quite proud to pick up a working knowledge of Spanish (Castilleano technically) whilst backpacking through Sth America.
However, at a carnival in Copacabana, Bolivian border town on Lake Titicaca (no, not Rio) this landed me in trouble, and I was detained and questioned by the local head of Police.
The bloke that accused me was a Nutter. And considering that the only Navy Bolivia enjoys is a small fleet of patrol boats on said Lake Titicaca, why the fuck be a naval spy? But Titi is shared between Chile (who got the Titi), and Bolivia (who got the Caca). They don't like each other- a large part of north Chile was swiped off Bolivia, and you only need to venture to the Atacama desert to see this for yourself. They are Bolivian and inbred there, and the most prevalent Father of a womans first child is that womans Father. Fact. Incest is rampant.
I was very nervous for a while- I mean how many of you have been detained in a Bolivian police cell? It's not something you do for fun, and the rest of the sick fucks were either locals fucked up on Aguardiente, or Peruvian pickpockets. Real low rent stuff. Don't remind me of the stench.
I was a bit pissed too, which didn't help matters. My backpacking mate was tearing his hair out - he heard these screams from Aguardiente fuckups and thought I was being tortured. I think it was worse for him than it was for me.
When the Big Man finally got to see me, he laughed and let me go after less than five minutes, and tracked me down the next day and got me pissed again. Nice man.
Can any of you match this true story?
sabang. Spy.
I have posted this on Revealed too. I want to see who has the widest range of lifes true strangeness.
