A gentle little mugging
23 January 2012 | Rio de Janeiro
If you go to Blackpool you expect to come away with a stick of rock, and if you come to Rio you expect to get mugged. It happened to us, swiftly, yesterday afternoon. It was deserted side street close by the cathedral (modern, v ugly) and three lads appeared behind, then four in front. A knife appeared and cries of "money, money, money" though not to the Abba tune. I was taken for about twenty quid but Mike lost his cards and camera, which is more of a nuisance. Al, bravely, returned to the scene of the crime to see if he could recover his specs. The tourist pdolice accompanied him and decided to give the kids who were living under an arch a strip search and a bit of a beating with their batons, just for the sake of it as Al doubted they were the culprits. Rough justice here in Rio.