Safe bet for me . . . . Don't go at all. Pick a country where the national pastime is not kidnap for cash.
Intentional bad directions from a hotel clerk in Pasadena, Ca. sent me not to LAX but to Slauson and Crenshaw in LA.
Less than 24 hours later I owned a GPS. One week later I was back in Pasadena speaking with the young lady thanking her for directions. She really never expected to see me again I think. Found a nice new hotel though.
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I do the things that I must, and really regret, are unfortunately necessary.
RIP OBG