Detained!

Musings from Dennis #62: So I made my way down to meet with our PAW Patrol licensee in her office. We had a retail promotion in KL Malaysia to talk about. The Malay-speaking cab driver said no problem but we soon got lost in the midst of the confusing road network in this “Taman Perindustrian” factory area. Soon he was driving slowly along the rows of shop houses and stopped by three uniformed persons on motorcycles, wound down his window and I thought to ask for directions. After some muffled discussions all in Malay, I found two of these ‘patrolmen’ coming onto the left back passenger side of the cab where I was, opened the door and asked me to step outside! They asked to see my passport. Fortunately while I usually leave this document in the hotel when I go out, I had it with me! Some quiet browsing through the passport but I panicked and called the licensee. “Amy please help me!”. All this time I looked at the wooded hillock beyond the roads in front of me and wondered if my remains would ever be found if I had to follow them. Soon enough they gave me back my passport and left. Nervously I asked the driver what happened? He said, oh they thought I was someone they were looking for and from Myanmar!