creepy creeperton... that's all I have to say

Last night as me and my new friends were riding to the Mariscal in a taxi we saw a girl and a guy standing together on the side walk.

I see the girl throw down here bag which looked sorta like a book bag or something like it and begin to cross the street. We thought they might be novios having a little spat but has she began to cross the street he ran after her. He then procided to grab her hair, punch her, and try to strangle her. To say the least we were all terrified and had no idea what to do. We told the taxi to stop and used one of our cell phones to call the police then all of the sudden a police car came out of no where and picked the girl up. It was so scary/weird/emotional/every terrible feeling one could have combind.

When we arrived at the Mariscal we ran into a Canadian girl who had had her bag stolen from her, was bunched in the head twice, and was threatened to have her throat slip if she didn't comply. Scary much?

I love this city but I hate it at the same time. All of this sadness can be blamed on severe poverty. People are just looking for a way to eat because they living on little to nothing here. The average wage is something like a dollar a day if they are lucky and if they can find some Gringo with anything of value they have basically hit the jackpot. The jackpot in the means of being able to feed their family, put clothing on their backs, and find some sort of shelter.

The whole situation is extremly scary and sad. I wish there could be some sort of resolution, revolution, reconciliation.. anything to leave this country in a better place.