I never got robbed as good as I have on the island of Saipan, robberies happen often and I'm sure there are pretty good ones out there. Only time I really got robbed good was on SAIPAN. A place called the GROTTO. I always left my junk in the car, usually in a bag, and lock the door, but that was the stupidest thing to do. If you were living on SAIPAN. I didn't understand the gravitude of the situation since I had just gotten on island. If you ever visit the GROTTO on Saipan, you will note that to get to the GROTTO from the parking lot, you go down a series of LONG stairs. I mean steep and very tiring up and down, especially for divers carrying their tanks and gear. If you know you are getting robbed, it won't help you to go and stop them because for one, you never can see your car from the GROTTO, and secondly, you would never make it out from there in time to stop the event from happening. I did my swim, got to my car after climbing the long flight of stairs, and when I was ready to drive away, I felt like something was just not right. the window was forced down, breaking the window rails and guides and my bag was GONE! It took me a minute or to before it sank in my mind what had happened. I know my bag was in the back seat, because I had my t-shirt, wallet, towel, and other junk. Gone were my pants, wallet, bag, shirt....but luckily, I swam with my key in pocket. (A little bird told me to hold on to my key.) So I drove back in wet swim trunks and barefooted. I swore I would go there one day with an UZI and open up on anyone suspicious. They didn't have to be thieves, but if they even just reminded me of one. I see why MAGELLAN called SAIPAN the ISLA DE LOS LADRONES. ISLAND OF THIEVES. The name still sticks today, and alot of people there seem proud of the fact, even to live up to the name. I'll never forget walking out of my car and realizing that I had been HIT HARD and GOOD. There was nothing around. It was very quiet except for the ocean surf pounding the coral, maybe a few birds singing on this otherwise just a hot afternoon sun, with the white clusters of clouds in the beautiful blue skies, tropical foilage surrounding the parking lot and Grotto area and coral sandy beaches beyond the foilage. The thief must have either drove away in their cars, or slipped into the foilage. I wondered if somewhere in that foilage, a thief was looking at me while holding my ID cards and other important cards and money. I must have flipped off the plants and trees and weeds a thousand times in hopes that the thief was watching. The thief that rifled through my car successfully. After standing there for some ten minutes looking around in my wet swim trunks, shirtless and barefooted, I then figured out that this guy was probably LONG GONE somewhere in a GARAPAN SAIPAN Chinese brothel spending someone elses hard earned cash.