I almost got abducted by a Nicaraguan taxi driver once. He was screaming in my face, telling me that the bus I was about to take out of the extremely dangerous black market was going to rip me off, and I had to come with him, NOW. I never found out whether he was a kidnapper or just a very loud concerned citizen looking out for my well being, because I decided to run away. I had a friend pick me up instead. It took a long time, but better a long wait than a shanked cut and stolen organs.
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