Haiga,
I sometimes think of these as elements in a spy novel... the number one issue isn't to get a peek or get a good recording but to NOT be discovered.
Back in the day when I was more active at this hobby
I confess to losing a rig or two. For me, that was an inexpensive digital voice recorder and a microphone. If ever that happened, I shut down the project and went away.
I've only had two instances that required a more rapid retreat... again, several years ago -- a regular exercise program is a health smart choice and comes in handy when you have to take to your heels.
I recall the old Spiderman comic books -- he had "spidy-sense" -- some early indication that something was wrong. No superpowers here but I've aborted several observation attempts just because it "felt" wrong. Don't know what I missed but know that I've not spent time with the authorities.
Finally, I don't ever get in a spot without a planned "if X happens, I do Y" - acting just a bit "off" in a hotel corridor can be a handy -- not dangerous "off" but enough that you're a problem that they don't really want any part of...
Had a curious guy approach me in a corridor - he'd seen me walking and hanging around in the hallways on a couple of different floors - I was in "survey" mode at the time. He was a guest not an employee of the hotel -- He wanted to know "What the fuck are you doing?" <he'd been drinking a bit> -- I looked at him with a shocked expression and said in a low whisper - "You can see me?" - not the response he was expecting... I followed up with a quick look around and whispered, " When did get the chip out of your head?"
He looked confused and a little unsure... I followed up with the clincher -- " No, don't tell me - If I'm captured, they'll find out. The men with the black suitcases are in room (I don't recall what room number I gave him ) -- I'm in room 222 (not my room or floor btw) and have the radon detector on." I turned to go, motioning him to follow me. "Come on we'll be safe in my room". --- He backed away -- saying something like -- "No, dude. That's okay - you go ahead."
I said "Ok, but be extra careful." -- He went down the corridor, I went to the stair well and retreated back to my room. Packed it in. Didn't need him getting the hotel staff involved.
I keep this story ready in case a guest gets curious -- if he'd had agreed to come to my room - I'd have said great but that we'd have to take different routes to avoid notice -- he'd go one way and I'd go another.
Reg
). I knocked his ass flat, but in trying to get the fuck out of there, had to leave my things behind...including my ID in my jacket! So, the cops were all to able to pick me up, but when I realised I was nailed I just turned myself in.
