Why Fiji Sucks – Part VI

Last night I was involved in a  robbery by three thugs when walking with
my neighbour up the road to buy food.  Though I and Deborah, my
neighbour, came to no harm, it was a worry.  They got away with her bag,
which had quite a lot of cash in it.  She works for the UN and has no
local bank account, so gets a lot out at once.  I had no idea she was
carrying such a lot.  One of the crims tried to snatch her bag and
dragged her down into the ditch because she would not let go. Another came in to help hold her.   She fought pretty hard.   I
tried to get hold of one of them and manfully but vainly tried to defend her.  But
the third, whom I had not even noticed , knocked me down from behind.  Very mortifying.  Still there is no getting past the fact we were well outmatched.  They were younger, bigger,
fitter and stronger, and desperate.  Three rugby player types.   They came in swiftly and silently, said nothing, and were gone across the field as soon as the handle broke on the handbag and they could get up from the ground.  I
wondered later if they knew how much she was carrying, because it was
such an unusual and well coordinated attack, but really they could not
have known we were going to walk up the road to get takeaway chicken at
whole event took place within 300m of a police post, which is just
across the road from my apartment. Cars passed by and slowed to watch, but did not stop.  We then spent an hour getting the police organised and showing them how to take a statement,and get the investigation started. 

Of course the police could not find the bad guys, even with a tracker dog.  We went this morning to the Raiwaqa
Police station to identify three suspects they had picked up, who did not look a bit like the assailants,
and who were pathetically pleased when we said so.  I suspect they may have received quite an arduous interrogation beforehand.  I told the policeman that
they were not the right age, build or clothing style, and that in fact one of the thugs had looked a lot more like him. I then asked him where in fact he
had been last night at 7 30. He looked worried for a moment, until he
saw me smiling.

About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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2 Responses to Why Fiji Sucks – Part VI

  1. Alan R says:

    Love it.


  2. Glenn says:

    The offender was probably his brother.I’m very glad you came out of that relativly unscathed."Fiji holidays are the experience of a lifetime and your chance to escape to a world without stress. Fiji is renowned for its stunning beaches, beautiful warm climate, and its unique relaxed island atmosphere. You won’t be able to escape the friendliness of the Fijian people or the sheer natural beauty – swaying palms and warm, clear water."’http://www.tourismfiji.com/


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