Buenos Aires is a beautiful, modern city, and travel buddy LTS and I serendipitously covered many of the major sights in my 3 days there. I particularly loved the architecture, mixing modern and older styles; the older world European feel; the civilized people; and, of course, the food — delicious — and inexpensive relative to American standards.
But the most story-worthy tale is about how I evaded robbery at gunpoint on my very first day in the country!
We had walked all the way from the Recoleta neighborhood to the San Telmo neighborhood, the latter lined with quaint shops and, on Sundays, a street fair for crafts and antiques. The La Boca neighborhood wasn’t much further, so we kept walking, now in the late afternoon.
As we left San Telmo behind, the streets emptied of people and the apparent economic conditions seemed to decline. We saw a burnt, rusted car parked rotting on a street. But it was still broad daylight and we did see others here and there. Had I read my Lonely Planet guide more carefully, we might have heeded its warnings to avoid all but the major, most touristed streets of La Boca, regardless of time of day . . . .

This photograph could have cost me my life!
Instead, just a couple blocks from those safer areas and perhaps 50 yards from a full children’s playground, we’d paused to photograph two artfully painted building facades. My friend was across the street and later told me she saw a dark car pass her and make a u-turn towards me. I was standing a foot into the street taking photos and saw the car, with its dark tinted windows, approach uncomfortably closely, allowing little space between it and a high curb to my left. I saw at least 3 people, who appeared to be locals, in the car and remember being puzzled briefly that locals might be stopping to ask me a question.
Ah, but that’s not what they wanted. The car now immediately next to me and inching forward slowly, a dark-haired guy perhaps in his late 20s/early 30s in the back passenger seat brandished at me what appeared to be a silver, 9-millimeter pistol. Almost at the same time, either he or someone in the front passenger seat (and this is why eyewitness testimony can be so unreliable–I don’t know exactly what happened) grabbed my right wrist, which held my fairly new Canon Rebel EOS XSi SLR camera. I just reacted. I jerked my wrist and camera away and ran to the rear end of the car and beyond; I ran right by the passenger with the gun, behind the car and across the street. LTS just saw the car approach me, between the two of us, and then saw me sprinting from it.
Thankfully, the car didn’t turn back, continuing onward and away from us. And within 30 seconds we were at the children’s playground surrounded by others and a bit shaken.
Later, I told my friend that in the blink of the moment, my immediate impression had been that the man with the gun was a petty thief and didn’t intend to shoot me. Of course, I didn’t know that, and I would never risk my life for a camera. But I just didn’t freeze; I just reacted and ran and lived to tell the tale of flight over losing the fight, with just a minor abrasion to my wrist.
