Police office in Nicargua

After realising that the 3 strangers took everything from us that was important to us { Our 3 cameras, my phone and our credit cards } we made our way - with the still flat wheel - to the police station. Two nice guys helped us fix it while Sina was standing next to them {at that point we were paronoid that they might steal the car} and I went already inside the police station.

In total we spend 3 days at the police station in Masaya to get our report,  the police badly wanting us to identify a women they had suspected, them dragging us to the court and us finally deciding that we can not send a women to jail, when we are not 100 % sure she was there.

By the way, at the end it came out that the tire got willingly destroyed as we were busy taking pictures at the viewpoint.

To be honest, our bigger fear was that she will find out that we were the ones being responsible for her being in prison and who knows who would have been behind us after that. We were plainly scared and maybe a bit paronoid that we will have a nica gang following us if we go all the way though with this. I would lie if I still dont every time flinch I see a red car with dark windows. 

But one good thing had this experience:

We can now tell our story backwards and forwards in spanish, because the police officers made us repeat it maybe 15 times. Also we met this nice couple from Maine, who we were victims of the same gang just three hours later, and they nicely invited us to their hostel at the Laguna the Apoyo (Casa de las Aves). 

The most important thing is probably that I will forever save my pictures right away and after all we were just grateful that we were just at the police sation and not at the hospital.