Down But Not Out

This was written on the on the same day it happened so the blood was still pumping pretty fast. Its part of the parcel when travelling though South America!

While sitting in a Park at 11:30am soaking up the spring sun and enjoying the noval I was reading 4 blokes came up to me and asked for some small change and water. I was sitting there minding our backpacks while Katie was posting a parcel before we were to head to Uruaguy.

Then it all happen. One guy went behind me and pinned my shoulders down. The others were yelling at me to give them my small backpack. I politely told them to F&%k Off! One of the fellas then grabbed my right hand while one grabbed my throat and stuck a knife or broken bottle to my neck. The other arse hole stabbed me in the right leg below the knee. They quickly gabbed my wallett and small bad containing my i-pod, English passport, camera and 2 films (I´m gutted about that), and some cash. I started chasing them, with blood pissing from my leg, as I was pretty mad by this stage. They headed into a plaza with heaps of people and I decided to not persue them as the two big backpacks were left alone in the park and there was a chance they could have got taken as well. Katie returned to find people around me trying to offer help. My leg was cut bad so I wraped it up with a bandage my St Johns instructure would have been proud of. It was still bleeding quite badly so we went to emergency where I had 7 stitches and lots of needles.

Katie was a little shaken up but has been looking after me better than I could expect and I´m certainly accepting the sympathy. Wish I had of caught one of those punks as the adrenaline was pumping.