I was once robbed in Vietnam. I was in Saigon and fresh off the bus from Cambodia, a scooter with two guys passed me and cut off my purse taking $12, my DSLR camera, debit card, visa card and passport.
I was lucky as the Canadian Consulate gave me a new passport within days and I was traveling with someone who paid for everything for the remainder of the trip.
I do believe everything happens for a reason and I knew that robbery was preparing me for this trip. I knew I’d be robbed again. Perhaps more than once.
I didn’t think it would be in Nicaragua.
On a clear night, Andres and I went to the beach to sit and watch the waves. The tide was out and the water was calm.
Suddenly, I noticed something over Andres shoulder. A guy grabbed my camera, with my change purse attached.
Looking up we saw two more guys demanding money. Everything happened pretty quickly and while they had a knife I wasn’t afraid. I knew they weren’t going to hurt us, they were just 3 guys from town trying to get a few bucks from tourists.
This time I lost my point and shoot camera and 3 dollars. They also managed to get only one of my beloved Chacos as Andres had the other, which seems a shame as now no one can wear them.
Afterwards we just walked back to the hostel, oddly enough through the beach and joked if someone else tried to rob us how would we explain we had nothing. We went to bed and slept soundly. Neither of us were scared. Getting robbed in Nicaragua wasn’t so bad.
The next morning I found out that the girl in the bunk below me was also robbed the night before. Later I learned seven other people in the hostel individually had the same thing happen. Some on the beach, others near the beach on the street.
As San Juan del Sur is small and pretty inexpensive, no one has much money on them and no one fights over a few dollars. We’ve all just seen the knife and handed money over. I have insurance, things can be replaced, it won’t ruin my trip.
But just as Vietnam is one of my favorite countries, Nicaragua remains close to my heart.