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I lived in Colombia for eight years with my Colombian partner and our daughter. We lived in Cartagena, so close to the airport that we could hear all the airline flight announcements. Our neighbour was the chief of police and our daughter used to play with his kids so we spent some time in each other's homes.
I am a licenced amateur radio operator (ham radio). There were a group of us, all radio operators, who used to hang around together. One day we decided to drive to another city. As one of our little group lived on a farm, we arranged to pick him up on the way. The driver was not too sure of the way to our pal's farm and managed to take the wrong turning. A couple of miles up this country lane, he realized his mistake and turned the car around. Unbeknown to us, a group of narcotic police had staked out the area because at the end of the road was a building that was being used to manufacture illegal drugs. The police were waiting for the operators to return and, seeing out jeep turn around, they thought that we were them and that we had spotted them. So, they gave chase and surrounded us with guns drawn. Seeing that we all had hand held radios only reinforced their suspicions. They placed one of their officers into our car and ordered us to drive to the police headquarters. When we arrived, they proudly escorted us into the chief's office.
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"Ask your stupid officers," I remarked, glaring at them, as they began to look very uncomfortable.
"I know all these people," explained the chief. "What seems to be the problem?"
A short discussion followed whereupon the arresting officers all apologized and coffee was served to us. On the way out, the chief had his arm around my shoulder. I looked around and just about every policeman in the area was there on parade. They stared at us and afterwards I was known as a friend of the chief and nobody ever bothered me again.
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"OK," he said, "You are free to go."
The very next day, I was a little late driving to my daughter's school to pick her up and was going a little fast in a 20 mph zone. I heard a police siren and pulled over. It was the same two cops. They looked at me aghast.
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With that they got back into their patrol car and drove off.
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"What do you mean closed?" I enquired. "There isn't a single cloud in the sky."
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Another time, I left there to fly to a combined military/commercial airport. My friends had advised me that the visibility was bad there and for me to be careful. They also said that they would call the tower there and ask them to look out for me. As I approached the airport, I saw a large group of soldiers lined up by the runway. I decided to show them what a wonderful pilot I was and land right in front of them. Somehow I managed to totally misgauge the landing and hit the runway hard, bouncing all over the place. I embarrassingly crouched down and taxied to a remote part of the airfield before getting out so that nobody would see me.
When I returned to Three Rivers, the tower asked me to come up and see them. When I arrived, they were hysterical, practically rolling on the floor.
"OK" I asked, "What's so funny?"
They rewound the tape and said "You've got to listen to this." The tape started...
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