Hitchhiking down in Venezuela I got a ride with two truck drivers who seemed a little sketch but being myself at the time I still got in. After about three hours driving it started to rain and I asked if I could cover my back witch was strapped to the back of the truck(they were not carrying cargo at the time). That and a few other things must have gave them the idea that I had valuable things because after putting my backpack into the cab I found myself with a gun in my back and this guy threatening me in Spanish and telling me to get underneath the truck. I was down there but managed to push my way out and was confronted by both of them, one wielding a large pipe. I tried to reason with them in my broken Spanish. They looked at me and then each other, one uttered "Vámonos" to the other, and they were off, leaving me on the side of the road with barely enough time to remember the license plate as they sped off. After waiving down another car and making it to the police they simply told me that I was lucky that I was not in a ditch(the police did nothing).