Imagine having a fun-filled, alcohol-induced evening with some girl that ends up at your shack in the wee hours of the morning. Then, just as the sun is rising and as her mind becomes a bit more sober, she has to leave your place wearing nightclub attire in a desperate attempt to find her car and drive home, while hoping nobody in this world will ever notice where she’s coming from or what she’s doing. “Never again!”, she mumbles to herself as she falls back into her car.
Not sure what they stole and obviously the system is pretty flawed but I think i’d prefer a wee walk round an island like this to getting lost in the bowels of the Indonesian judicial process.