First, the good news: I’m constantly amazed by how little corruption there is in the far corners of the world. While I’m a relatively poor man by American standards, my vessel represents great wealth to the people of Madagascar, Borneo and the Maldives. For the most part, however, these people do not take advantage.
Of course, there are exceptions. Once I was being dragged down a corridor in Venezuela by three beefy federales while my wife, Carolyn, ran after us, screaming, “Pay the bribe, Fatty! It’s only 27 cents U.S.!”
Another time, in Castries, St. Lucia, the customs guy wanted me to buy a flag his wife had made. I politely declined, saying that I too had a wife who sewed, and pointed at the fluttering courtesy flag on my…
