Wednesday, December 07, 2005
So what's better than having a nice cold beer after some three hours of trains and eight hours of plane?
Getting cought in a bar fight of course! Well, it wasn't really a bar fight, we were just having a drink in the pub opposite the place where we stay, when we got caught in a strange situation. A guy was running through the street, clutching a brown bag in front of his chest, while he was being chased by two others. He was completely pannicking and we he saw us sitting there, he sought refuge. Before I knew what was going on I was lying on the grass with chair and everything, while a whole crowd started to battle it out. I bravely crawled away from underneath the mass and tactically observed the problems from a safer distance. I still don't know what was going on, but some guards from the nearby villas intervened and calmed everyone down. I don't know if that guy stole something or what he did, but I'm glad he didn't get beat up or killed.
People can get very violent very fast here, so I better watch out the coming days.