The Getting-Robbed Story Part 6

[This is a continuation of Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 and Part 5.] I was rudely awoken from my fitful sleep by the buzzing of my phone - incoming call from MFA. I quickly answered, hoping for some good news about the processing of my temporary passport. God knows, I needed a... Continue Reading →

The Getting-Robbed Story Part 5

[This is a continuation of Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.] We left the library with a mission – to get to the TV station, persuade the host to interview me, and make my appeal to the good people of the Dominican Republic to turn in my passport if they came across... Continue Reading →

The Getting-Robbed Story Part 4

[This is a continuation of Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.] Dawn broke the next morning and I awoke to church bells ringing - it was Sunday. For a few seconds before I remembered the predicament I was in, I smiled to myself, contentedly wondering which hostel I was in, in which part of... Continue Reading →

The Getting-Robbed Story Part 2

[This is a continuation of Part 1.]   I stared blankly out of the window for a few moments, feeling like I'd made a really bad decision, but trying to convince myself otherwise, because at that point, I wasn't quite sure what else I would do. Lenny must have seen the expression on my face... Continue Reading →

The Getting-Robbed Story

As some of you may know, almost two years ago, I got robbed in the Dominican Republic. This is that (rather long) story. [You will probably be thinking to yourself that I was extremely stupid and made some really bad decisions - trust me, I know that. I don't need you to tell me again. The... Continue Reading →

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