In the seventies I and three other longhaired friends, drove from Alabama to California in an old battered Rambler and was stopped by police in Arizona. they stopped in front of us and both got out with their guns, straight hats, toothpicks and big grins on their faces and started walking towards our car.
When I saw this, I took out a ( biggish) camera to keep this sight for posterity but when they saw the camera, they threw away the toothpicks, the grins dissapeared and only one walked up to the car and asked very politely where we came from etc. and finished asking if we were jounalists  ))
Bearing Easyrider in mind, I still think that camera saved us a lot trouble that day.
In Egypt I was sitting with my big Canon camera, in a restaurant writing in my diary and the maitre d'Hotel came up and offered me cake and tea. I'm sure he thought I was an undercover foodjournalist.
Most people in authority have a healthy respect for the media, which could be used to our advantage.
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Poul
May you enjoy peace and good health !
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