…or The Day I was (Almost) Taken Out by a Taxi
I love this photo, because it reminds me how surreal life can be, and along those lines, how lucky I am to be alive.
On the day I took this shot, I was overwhelmed at the busy-ness of Hong Kong. I walked all over the city capturing high rises, transportation, people working, people playing, life in Hong Kong. I must have been really tired, when about 5:00 in the evening, I stepped off a curb to take yet another trolley shot, when…boom!
Not this one. That shot didn’t make it, but luckily I did.
I wasn’t paying as close attention as I should, and as I raised the camera viewfinder to my eye, bang! My camera went flying one direction; I went flying the other direction. I was hit backside by a Hong Kong taxi. I don’t know if I had a momentary lapse of consciousness, but I do know that I looked up and was surrounded by people. Most were speaking Chinese, a few were trying out their English. All were concerned, and I think the taxi driver was crying. He wasn’t sure how hurt I was. He had one huge dent in his front bumper. AND, people were trying to call the police. Well, if he thought he wasn’t having a good day, I have to say mine had just gotten quite a bit worse.
Ok, so maybe it wasn’t a good idea to walk all over the city in…flip flops. Ok, so maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to step off a curb on a major artery of one of the most populated cities of the world. Ok, maybe I need to pay closer attention to what is going on around me. Ok, already! I get it.
Did I hurt? A little. I think I twisted something in my knee. Did I go to a doctor? No. Did I actually stop walking around the city and take some of the public transportation that my camera was obsessed with that day? No. Did I walk another 20 mintues to a cool and inviting Irish bar? Yes. Yes I did.
I wasn’t really thinking. I guess it didn’t really sink in that I could have gotten really hurt. Now, I was with my husband, two daughters, and a bunch of friends. The look of horror in their eyes will stay with me for awhile, but hey, it’s all okay. I’m still alive.
I guess you could call that the closest call I’ve ever had while traveling. How about you? I hope you haven’t been flying through the air thanks to a Hong Kong taxi, but I’ll bet you’ve had some pretty bad days? Thankfully, they don’t happen much, right?
Needless to say, I’m happy it all turned out well, because we still had plenty of things to do in Hong Kong.