And now, finally an adventure!

We got robbed. Well, Tamara and I. The four of us volunteers, Tamara, Judith, Andrea, and I were on the bus to La Punta to take a boat to see the sea lions, when all of the sudden this dude catapults from the back of the bus, rips Tamara's bag from her hands, somehow makes his way out of the bus, and sprints down the street of Colón. Stupid man! It wasn't that bad for me, I only had like a hundred soles in Tam's bag, but she had her camera and VISA card. Then a lady on the bus started yelling at us for being white foreigners and how it's our own fault that we got robbed and that we should have taken a taxi. Taxi's are expensive, and we're volunteers with no money. But this super nice couple got off with us and took us to a pay phone where Tam could call her mom, and then we went to the police. The police -- they wouldn't help us because the robbery didn't happen in "their area". But the nice couple talked to them and got them to drive us to another police station (got to ride in a police car, oh yeah). There they took us down to the basement to an interrogation-like place, because that's apparantly where they write their "reports" or whatever. I don't know. We told what happened, what was stolen etc.; Mr. Police Man wrote it all down on an A4 paper. I asked them what they were going to do now and they said they were going to go look for the man. Blue shirt with the sleeves cut off, tattoo on his right arm, stubble, and a slight double chin. When that whole ordeal was over we took a taxi to Plaza San Miguel and ate at McDonalds, and then ate ice cream.
So... yeah. Adventure. Tadaaah! But no, mean people make me angry. Then again, I feel really sorry for the guy because he felt the need to steal. Maybe his family reeeaaally needed money. I don't know.