Myself and a friend once changed a significant amount of money with gold dealers in Cuiba Brazil. A dead end frontier town.
We arrived at 9am, were told to come back at noon.
Arrived back. Were buzzed in through a steel door, then down a corridor and eventually into a small room.
Sat down opposite some fella with a table between us and a good at least 40 bars of gold sitting on the table. About 2 x 3 x 4. Two other fellas with machine guns pointed at us. Was like a dream. At the end of the transaction, he laughed at our faces and gestured if we'd like to hold a bar. We gestured at the gunmen. He laughed again.
Picked the bar up knowing that it was going to be heavy but still way heavier than expectations.
Exited the dealership with the awesome strategy decided over a game of rock paper scissors that if accosted, the one with the money ran and the other was a diversion.
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