Not far from the border, on our way to Liberia, a cop motioned us to the side of the road. He asked to see our documents (Papers, please.). He kept asking for “matricula.” We didn’t have a clue what meant. I suggested “titulo.” He agreed. After spending a few minutes with our paperwork he reluctantly let us go.
We found out later that “matricula” means “registration” among other things.
We bought a new chip for Chris’ iPhone at an electronics store. Compared to previous chip purchases this one was smooth as silk.