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 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 3

[This is a continuation of Part 1 and Part 2.] As our taxi drew up to the chino, Lenny gestured for me to pay the taxi driver. Opening my wallet, I saw that I only had one pitiful  20USD bill and some change and my heart sank a little further. Handing over all my change to pay... 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 →

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