Saturday 3am, more commonly known as last Friday night.
Returning from a good friend's place, I do the stupid, unnecessary thing of telling the cabbie to drop me on the corner - might as well walk a block, right?
Wrong. Crossing Pueyredon at Vicente Lopez, meters away from the British Embassy, fantastic part of the "best" neighborhood of the city, someone asks me for a cigarette which I didn't have (yes in the middle of the avenue, this should not come as a surprise by now). After crossing and getting into the small strip of plaza that separates Pueyredon from Agote, I suddenly feel a sturdy object being blown against the back of my head. Knocks me down.
I don't lose consciousness but when I rise again I realize I've been hit by an empty beer bottle from behind, and I find four brown youngsters ripping my pockets apart. One kept asking for more money while the others ran away after I somehow resisted the beating (which continued and left me with a nice cut right between my eyes).
When I could properly stand in my two feet I found myself phoneless, cashless, (luckily I wasn't carrying my passport and they didn't take my keys!) and surrounded by the oh so beautiful architecture and pricey outlets of one of the two most chic areas of Recoleta.
Returning from a good friend's place, I do the stupid, unnecessary thing of telling the cabbie to drop me on the corner - might as well walk a block, right?
Wrong. Crossing Pueyredon at Vicente Lopez, meters away from the British Embassy, fantastic part of the "best" neighborhood of the city, someone asks me for a cigarette which I didn't have (yes in the middle of the avenue, this should not come as a surprise by now). After crossing and getting into the small strip of plaza that separates Pueyredon from Agote, I suddenly feel a sturdy object being blown against the back of my head. Knocks me down.
I don't lose consciousness but when I rise again I realize I've been hit by an empty beer bottle from behind, and I find four brown youngsters ripping my pockets apart. One kept asking for more money while the others ran away after I somehow resisted the beating (which continued and left me with a nice cut right between my eyes).
When I could properly stand in my two feet I found myself phoneless, cashless, (luckily I wasn't carrying my passport and they didn't take my keys!) and surrounded by the oh so beautiful architecture and pricey outlets of one of the two most chic areas of Recoleta.