It was about 10 years ago when a group of 10 of us decided to go to Bolivia for the weekend from Brazil with my Uncle. We got to some main city and decided we were going to grab a bite to eat after that we wanted to go see the fish market. Well with no truck taxis around we thought we could hop on a bunch of motorcycle taxis and get to the same spot in one big group, well not enough taxis for all of us and Freddy who knew “spanish” was going to go ahead and meet us there. Well after a hour of no Freddy we miraculously recognized the motorcycle taxi that had taken him and asked where he was of course we knew very little of the language and had no idea what he was saying however it was getting late and we needed to catch a bus so we had him lead a truck taxi to where he had dropped Freddy off. Well Freddy boy was dropped off at the front gate of a military compound and within a few minutes of being there 30 men ran out of the gates with michetes in hand right at him, they dropped to the ground just feet from him and after what he discribed as a very long few seconds they stood up and marched into the jungle. Needless to say he was a happy boy to see us and we got to catch our bus and take the ferry across the river.
The people are so friendly and I would love to visit again.