Weren't those Policemen nice

We always like to see places off the beaten path, but the inside of a police station isn't what we were expecting.  We earned that trip by being victums of a little street crime.  Four teens were kind of circling around us; one of them rushed Carrie from behind and grabbed at her pockets.  I shoved him away.  Immediately several bystanders started yelling, but the four didn't leave and began to advance toward us.  The bystanders came out with brooms and fists.  Carrie had her umbrella at the ready but fortunately didn't need to use it.
Soon the Tourist Police came, followed by the National Police with flak jackets and motorcycles.  One of the boys fled but another was nabbed, thrown to the ground, and kept prone by a cop's boot on his back.  We waited in the rain while one of the bystanders drove off with two motorcycle cops to try to find the kid who had run off.   Eventually he was found, and the two boys were handcuffed and driven off on the backs of police motorcycles, while the 2 girls were protesting their innocence. We were driven in a police truck to the nearby station to tell our story.  But no there understood much English, and when they found out nothing was taken we were sent home on the trolley.

MORAL:  Always carry an umbrella, you never know when you'll need it.

Police escort to the trolley.  From his sign language, we think he was joking about using his baton on the miscreants.