In a very nice section of town, Barrancos , if I remember correctly, suddenly the lights went on the secret pol;ice all over the palce, "hands on the table" They went through everyone there. They claimed to have found a joint under my/our table. I was searched, being the long haired gringo , and they nabbed me with a pack of American flag rolling papers. Their questioning led nowhere, and one said something about hippie bums with no money, ehrn I pulled out a large note from my Frye boots,and since I was with the son of a general and two aristoratic girls, their attitude changed. I was taken to my hotel, my funds were checked,as well as my ticket out of Peru' I said "fine" I'll leave now, but the attitude had become Welcome to peru, don't leave, you must visit Mach Picchu. As General Rene Schneider had just been murdered in a CIA kidnap attempt, I changed my itinerary, and followed their suggestion