My passport was stolen. Also, my ipod, jewlery, wine key!, pesos, and my flippin Mexico and Central America map. So that really flippin sucks. We took the ferry from Isla de Ometepe back to the mainland, and after 3 buses, 1 cab, and many limping steps later we made it to a hostel in Leon. It was there that we were able to open our bags and realize our missing property. Dammit. We sullenly limped over to a nearby restaurant to grumble, cry, and give angry stares over delicious food and a litre of beer.
It's sad because it's shit like this that makes Nicaragua lose tourism. And it's shit like this that makes people lose trust in people.
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