Much like the gentleman w/the AK-47 story in Laos, I, too have an AK-47 story!
In Middle School (I was around 13 yrs of age at the time), my family decided to go to India. Because I had to take two weeks of school off for the trip, I was to document the trip and give a presentation to the rest of my classmates to make up for the missed school work.
As any international traveler knows, the time zones play funny games on you...We had flown from NYC to Amsterdam. If I recall correctly, we arrived at Schiphol airport late morning, so very early morning EST. I was carrying the camera bag which contained a 35mm film camera and our Hi-8 recorder. Thus, as we exited out the airplane, I decided to whip out the Hi-8 to video-tape the plane and the airport.
What I didn't notice were the signs stating no photography throughout the airport. As I'm video taping, looking into the eye-piece, I hear my parents who were a few steps ahead of me shouting my name...
As I take the video recorder out from my line of sight, I see two men dressed in military fatigues running straight at me with their Ak-47 drawn. They start shouting at me, and I freeze!
Finally they realize, I have no clue what the heck they're yelling at me. Fortunately, one of the guys spoke broken English. My dad comes running over and pulls the camera away, and they pull back. For about two hours I was absolutely petrified!
Crazy stuff! I mean, this was back in like '98. You'd think they'd have some common sense to realize that a kid probably doesn't have much malicious intent.
I can't shoot at the beach. For some reason, I attract beach bums and their Geiger counters. 