well yes it was scary after the fact; because an old man (not the cops) chased me down the beach screaming "passport! passport" & i was running on the sand-- i finally hid among some backpackers (the kind that sleep on the beach), changed my clothes (i had clean clothes on my pack for after the work) and lost myself in the crowd. when i got home i was fucking paranoid! but i swear, the story has paid off in multiple laughs-- outrunning the cops is a fucking great feeling.
agh, i gotta go now, so i can't continue this funny exchange, but yes man, adventure is not always what's cracked up to be-- fucking scary shit. but then, the laughs, etc.
so i have to leave but this poem summarizes it pretty much all, ha ha--
http://www.math.uiuc.edu/~dzaharo2/curiosity.html