Miller Time Long Ago and Far Away

I am going through all of my photos taken over the last 21 years or so. A couple of them need to be seen here and now. In 1983 I was trying to enter northern Guatemala in a rather interesting way.  A border guard accosted me and began a series of intrusive questions. As I could come up with no good answers, he pointed his rifle at me and demanded that I go with him to the local police station. I had no desire to spend time in any sort of jail, and so propositioned him with this idea: instead of him taking me to jail, how about if I bought both of us dinner and all the beers we could drink? It took only a moment for the guard to come to his decision. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and we sauntered over to the nearest cantina. The result is below.

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