This extract from The Venomous Bead’s blog caught my eye:
So it was that I found myself shadowed by a tiny man of over seventy years of age – the Costa Rican version of Cohen the Barbarian (which one?) – as I entered the Art Deco edifice of the Banco Nacional. Drawing my money I was about to sort out my bag at the table provided, watched over by security guards.
No, no, no!
I must put my card and money away at the cash point…who knew who might be watching!
But there are guards…
Guards! Where will they be if you are mugged on the doorstep…?
Prisoner and escort – we must have looked like the Queen of Tonga and her lunch – headed back to the central market.