Posting 'bail' In A Far Flung Jail

Several years ago while traveling in South America driving between Ecuador and Peru we stopped at a roadside diner. We ordered a beer, lunch, used the hole in the ground behind the shack. When we got back to our truck we realized our backpacks had been stolen out of the cab, but not our bags in the pickup bed.

Without our money, passports, we weren't getting across the border. We had to turn around and head back several hundred kilometers to a town where we could access the consulate for replacement passports. On the way we were stopped by a military patrol and without ID we were hauled in.

Behind bars in the military base we had to negotiate, bend over and take it. The old Colonel, with his cigar, demanded a blow job. We were released after a day, and we made our way to the town where we could contact the consulate.

The moral of this experience didn't escape my Boy Scout training, be prepared, you never know when your going to take it up the ass and you get to suck a nasty old cock.