We had a Polaroid 220 when we went to Bogota Colombia in 1969.

My mother had her watch stolen by some street urchin who was caught and we had to go to the police station.

The cops were really fascinated by the instant camera, as they didn't have them there at the time. My Dad blew through a whole bunch of film taking pictures of the cops, which of course they wanted. I'd be willing to bet that a faded photo of some long ago Jefe is on the wall of that station even now.