questions." I said "hai (yes)" and in a relaxed gesture, he motioned to me "if I could answer on the main road." Of course, I complied; one usually does not think of disregarding a policeman's request, especially when one is a good citizen like myself.
             Once we returned to the main road he kept telling me to wait. "Choto-matte," he said. Suddenly about ten other police officers approached in two cars and on two bicycles. This is quite an intimidating sight, almost a dozen serious-looking officers in dark blue uniforms with tazers and guns is quite a menacing sight even if you are six inches taller than all of them. I thought to myself, as the serious officers encircled me, "Oh shit! I'm working here illegally on a tourist visa, I don't have my passport, and I've been drinking!" Needless to say, it was not the muggy summer heat that caused droplets of sweat to form on my nervous brow.
             They began to interrogate me in voices that became short s
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