This is the best story I've read all weekend: U. S. Coast Guard harasses drug runners, who dump their shit overboard, which then washes up on the shore of a small village in Nicaragua. Needless to say they immediately flip the contraband for mucho dinero, which they spend on beer and lavish homes--after tithing to the church and paying a "tax" to the village, which is used for capital improvements.
And why aren't the Colombian drug lords returning to reclaim their inventory?
"The Miskito [local Indians] are guerrillas. They have been through war. They have AK-47s and up."
The US Drug Enforcement Agency, in a report to Congress, noted: "A unique historical situation and civil conflicts have left Nicaragua with a tradition of armed rural groups and institutionalised violence that greatly complicates counter-drug enforcement."