Dear Nica Times:
Last week, whilst enjoying the local bars of Granada, my cell phone was stolen. I had stupidly put it on the bar, turned to speak to someone, and when I turned back it had vanished. I pondered what to do.
A Nicaraguan friend called the number, which was answered by a woman. She explained that she stole the cell phone because she needed money, but was willing to trade the phone for $20.
A meeting was arranged the following day at a local Supermercado, aisle two, just past the plastic tupperware bowls.
The exchange took place – only in Nicaragua.
Tavid Dobson
Granada
