There was seven of them and one of me. I could smell the evil as they encircled me. Three with knives, three with a pistol and one with just bare knuckles.
Turning into part Steven Segall and part Bruce Willis with a little Bruce Lee thrown in, I held them off as good as I could. It was a terrible struggle. I almost won. Two of the three left standing helped their buddies to their feet. The third picked up my gear bag filled with camera and lenses and strolled off.
Well, it could have happened that way, but it didn`t.
Instead, the truth went more like this.
I was in Plaza Barrancas to get some shots of the preparation for the set up of the Chinese New Year celebration. It was 2 oclock in the morning and I was tired…dead tired.
While I watched the workmen put up the early parts of the stage for the show later that afternoon, I fell asleep on the grassy hillside. My gear bag was beside me. No one could touch it — or so I thought.
Despite having attached the gear bag to my belt loop with the camera strap, someone was able to unfasten the clip while I slept. They picked up the gear bag and disappeared back into the murky shadows.
I have no idea how much longer I slept, but when I woke I knew immediately that my gear bag was gone.
That`s how it really happened. No fight, no knives, no guns. Ale said later that it might have been a good thing that I was asleep. Had I been awake, the mental midgets that stole my gear might have pulled a gun and worse things than losing the gear could have happened.
I think she was right.