There was a 330/340 at Belize in the late 1970s. It belonged to some Missionary organisation and had a brake fire on the runway. It had been there for some time and had seemingly been abandoned. Our groundcrew, forerunners of today's urban explorers soon found a way in discovering a fantastic super VIP layout in the cabin which showed how these evangelists expected to be treated.
Having experience of supercharged radial engines I hatched this plot of firing it up just to listen to it.
The miserable sods who ran the airport refused to let us have a go, threatening to report us to the garrison commander.
It probably stood dormant, speechless and silent until the scrappers came along.