I'm back, and I have a terrible tale to tell of...
POLICE BRUTALITY!
First, I thought it would be wise to have the camera out, instead of rooting though a bag at a sentry point. So I've got my dSLR in hand, and very obviously so. I'm 6'2", hard to miss. So I very obviously make my way to a sentry point with three heavily armed men and ask if I can take a photo.
You could see the hunger in their eyes. They had all that weaponry -- the guns, the sprays, the tasers, the truncheons and you could tell they wanted to use them. And along I come, into their trap. What happened then was unforgettable.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but all photography is forbidden here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir. I am afraid that those are the rules.
- pause -
"Oh."
- pause -
"Have a great day, Sir."
It was horrible this awful brutatlity, but I am made of hard stuff so I asked at a few more posts. Each time the retribution was swift and terrible. "I am sorry, Sir. No photos."
This happened as I made my way about Suntec...until the last post. What happened next will always chill my blood!
Because I was disoriented from circumnavigating Suntec, this uniformed barbarian, he...he...he politely gave me very helpful and succinct directions to the MRT. It was horrible! The brute!
Right now you may be saying to yourself, I told you so!, but you'd be wrong, dead wrong.
Did I get my photo? You bet your sweet ass I did! It's not the shot I wanted, but I think as a reward for walking up to so many heavily armed men it's good.
I'll pop it up once it's edited.