Classic Moments in Lefkove History

one time we were trapped as children in costa rica after being robbed of our tickets, money, and passports in the rural countryside of a very unstable nicaragua, and my father was nearly hacked up by a farmer with a machete. needless to say everything worked out, but it was a bad situation for a little while. I must have been 9... 8 maybe. my dad used to be a big windsurfer, and so he would go find these exotic locales for windsurfing and he found this beach out in the middle of nowhere in nicaragua, miles down some shiest-assed single track, with great wind and waves. completely secluded. so he went out windsurfing, and aaron and I played on the very deserted beach. Then some farm-boy nicaraguan prick rummages through the car and took everything. everything important that is.including the passports. including the money. including the plane tickets. including the car keys.
so we were stuck in nicaragua for a while. first we had to find someone who could hotwire a car. then we had to get back to the village, call america, get money wired, i don't know how we got back into costa rica without passports. once we were in costa rica we had to bum a place to stay with friends, then get a passport, which takes a while in a 3rd world country. fucking awesome in retrospect. san jose is one of the worst places on earth however. so anyways, when the keys/important shit was stolen, and we got the car hotwired, we drove around to some of the farms there to try and recoup our shit. And by farms i mean 3 walled shacks in the middle of animal-plowed fields. my dad (he speaks spanish) goes up to this farmer working in the field, and tells him that he thinks his son stole our shit (based on mine and aaron's ineffible testimony). the guy freaks out and raises up his machete like he's gonna slice my dad's face up, right in front of his own damn kids too! then my dad puts his hands up and was like wait wait wait and he gives him this whole sob story about how we are trapped and his wife back in america is going to kill him etc etc. it ended up with the guy offering my dad money! what a place. he really felt bad for us. and apparently his son didn't take our shit. but what the fuck do I know, they all look alike.
We ended up back in costa rica, but without passports I don't know how. I suspect someone was bribed. short on cash, we ended up staying with this friend named dan daniels, who claimed he was in the first superbowl. I think he was hiding out in costa rica because he was wanted by the FBI for drugs or some other federally prosecutable offense. He was a strange liar, and there was a creepiness about him that even a sheltered ADHD 8-year-old could detect. After several trips to the US embassy, as well as a multi-day foot-tour of every photography store in San Jose (read: the 7th circle of hell), we made it back to the good ol' US of A.
If I'm not mistaken, this was also the same trip my father was chased by an irate goose near lake arenal. classic lefkove moments