Some people will probably not agree with what I did, but I despise being a helpless victim.
I've already mentioned on here a few times that my exercise consists of long walks, generally > 2 hours. So today I was walking in towards the Seattle and San Francisco academias de beisbol when this guy on a moto approaches me and slows down. Thinking he wants to give me a taxi ride, I tell him no gracias, this is my ejercicio. Then he turns the bike around, parks it in the middle of the decidedly unbusy street, and pulls out about a 4 inch knife. He starts towards me yelling something in Spanish that obviously I'm not processing well. He either want the backpack, phone, wallet, or some combination thereof.
So I successfully avoided his knife thrusts (I don't believe he wanted to hurt me, just rob me) and kept yelling F U over and over again at him. Once there was enough space between him and the moto I ran towards it and yes, I was going to take it. He was much faster than me and got there before me. Once he mounted the moto, he ran it towards me, but again I don't believe he wanted to hurt me, so there was no collision.
At that point I got really pissed and remember a manic look as I stared him down. I started walking aggressively fast towards him but he moved the moto before I could get too close. All this time I'm hoping and praying for another vehicle on the road. Finally, after about 5 minutes of this, other vehicles started to come and he left. I turned around to return but he stayed on his moto far off. I kept walking back looking over my shoulder with a rock in hand, but I don't think he came back.
Moral of the story? You don't have to be a helpless victim. Again, I despise just giving in to a thug. I know some will say your life isn't worth your phone and a few thousand pesos. I agree with that but for me, it's the principle.
I've already mentioned on here a few times that my exercise consists of long walks, generally > 2 hours. So today I was walking in towards the Seattle and San Francisco academias de beisbol when this guy on a moto approaches me and slows down. Thinking he wants to give me a taxi ride, I tell him no gracias, this is my ejercicio. Then he turns the bike around, parks it in the middle of the decidedly unbusy street, and pulls out about a 4 inch knife. He starts towards me yelling something in Spanish that obviously I'm not processing well. He either want the backpack, phone, wallet, or some combination thereof.
So I successfully avoided his knife thrusts (I don't believe he wanted to hurt me, just rob me) and kept yelling F U over and over again at him. Once there was enough space between him and the moto I ran towards it and yes, I was going to take it. He was much faster than me and got there before me. Once he mounted the moto, he ran it towards me, but again I don't believe he wanted to hurt me, so there was no collision.
At that point I got really pissed and remember a manic look as I stared him down. I started walking aggressively fast towards him but he moved the moto before I could get too close. All this time I'm hoping and praying for another vehicle on the road. Finally, after about 5 minutes of this, other vehicles started to come and he left. I turned around to return but he stayed on his moto far off. I kept walking back looking over my shoulder with a rock in hand, but I don't think he came back.
Moral of the story? You don't have to be a helpless victim. Again, I despise just giving in to a thug. I know some will say your life isn't worth your phone and a few thousand pesos. I agree with that but for me, it's the principle.
