La Bota
“I rode through the slums and was mobbed by thirty children who pelted me with stones and stuck branches in the spokes of my tires. Later in the day, two teenage gang members grabbed me by my throat and only released me when I produced a canister of tear gas and waved it in their general direction. Today, I was approached by a young trouble maker who was interested in my camera. I again went for the CS gas but in my haste to free it, I discharged it onto my leg while it was still in my pocket. The assailant must have taken pity on the solitary European étranger, because when I had stopped writhing in agony, he was nowhere to be seen.” – Dan, from a notebook kept while in Morocco
