shit pit

last night i fell though a sidewalk and landeded in a sewer 10 feet below.

there was some sort of contruction project, it was an exceptionally dark night, the street light was out, and of course there was nothing blocking the dangerous section of sidewalk.

there is nothing quite like falling into a pitch black pit that you didn´t expect to be there. you start falling, and at first you think, "hey i´m falling... but wait... i was just walking... this makes no sense." eventually you accept that you are indeed falling. after that, you think to yourself, "why havent i landed yet? this is taking a very long time." that is when you start to conclude that you are probably going to die, or at least break a lot of bones. that was pretty much how it went, until i finally hit the bottom. yes, time slows down.

a large crowd quickly formed around the hole and the fire department came and rescued me, since there was no defintely no way to climb out. it was all very exciting, both for me and the locals. the locals now think that gringos are superhuman, which is pretty cool. they probably also think that gringos are very stupid, which is less cool. of course at home i would be suing the city for negligence (and would be winning easily), but that´s not how things work here.

i am a bit sore today, and have a few scrapes, but somehow, that´s it. oh, and i am still trying to get the putrid smell out of my clothes and bag. i feel both very forutnate and very unfortunate. india was filled with these sort of death traps, but i always somehow avoided them there. i will not let my guard down again. i think i might also just take more cabs at night.