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I was never asked to show my driving license in 46000 Ks through South and Central America and the US. I carried a standard British/EU car license for the southern leg, lost it to a pickpocket in BA, and rode up to New York with nothing. I also lost the original papers (Mexican) in Tierra del Fuego (probably eaten by sheep) and traveled all the way north on photocopies.
I neither encountered crooked cops nor crooked border officials. All were supportive, helpful with advice on routes and safety. Nor can I recall being stopped at any of the police posts in Argentina. However, no country other than Israel has such beautiful police women. I was kissed on the cheek by one in Salta and would stop on occasion at police posts in hope of a second kiss. Asking earned considerable laughter and the occasional success. I am in my dotage. This is not something younger men should attempt.
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