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It is the same challenge in Medellin to avoid getting run over. I was actually run over by a motorcycle in the end of August while crossing the street at 11:30 in the morning. I was knocked unconscious & woke up on the side of the street with 20 people staring down at me. My good friend Felipe was apparently trying to wake me for 15 minutes but I was out cold. At one point someone was screaming that EL GRINGO is DEAD......
I don't have an experience like yours, however, I was clipped by a mirror while walking down the hill to Parque Principal last week. A one-way street runs down the hill with two lanes... one for traffic and one for parking. I was walking hand-in-hand with la senora in the parking lane. When I was struck, it didn't hurt, or even leave a mark, but it was a wake-up call. The young girl driving the SUV stopped to see if I was OK... and then offered an apology. I didn't fly off the handle, but I let her know I was pissed.
Three years ago, I witnessed an unbelievable pedestrian accident in the Santa Monica neighborhood of Medellin. While sitting on the second-floor balcony of a friend's house, I watched a guy, dressed in motorcycle garb, crossing the street at a four-way stop intersection. As he approached the middle of the street, a car ran the stop sign and plowed right over him. When the car finally came to a halt, all we could see were two legs sticking out from under the front-end. We were sure he was dead. A handful of bystanders immediately gathered around the car... and 30 seconds later there was a collective expression of shock. The pedestrian was moving his legs and talking. Two guys helped him out from under the car, and within a minute or two, the guy was back on his feet. He was pretty shaken up, scraped and bruised, but otherwise OK. I bet he went to church right after he got home and cleaned himself up. This guy definitely escaped the dark side of fate.
It sounds like you cheated the grim reaper as well, MP.