While we got off quite easily in our dealings with the on-board customs police, the family behind us had a rather stickier encounter. Peter's previous post analyzed the behavioral gestures of those involved, but the details of what was going on add some dimension to the politics of the situation.
The first hint of trouble came when the family produced their Colombian passports.
The exchange between the police and the family, represented by the father, went, more or less, as follows:
Policeman 1 to Policeman 2 (aside): They're Colombian.
Policeman 2 to Policeman 1: Yes.
P. 1 to P. 2: They're Colombians in Ecuador traveling to Peru!
P. 2 to P. 1: Yes they are.
P. 1 to Father: We need you to get out of the bus, get all your suitcases, and be inspected.
Father to Police: No.
P. 2: What do you mean, no? We have the authority here, and you should respect our authority.
Father: No, we're not getting up. It's the middle of the night.
P. 1 (getting very angry): I am telling you, you have to be inspected!
Father: Listen, we live in Ecuador. We have friends here.
P.1: That doesn't matter right now.
Father: Well, we're not getting up.This went on even longer, until the police simply gave up and got off the bus, and everyone tried to go back to sleep.
And in Peru, you're guilty until proven innocent...will our heroes escape?
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