Lightning strikes twice

Frank, Zach, and I arrived in Valparaiso on Friday afternoon after a short bus ride from Santiago. Valparaiso is a relatively small city set on the Pacific coast - it was a boom town that shipped massive amounts of grain to the california coast during the gold rush. A huge earthquake hit here at about the same time the panama canal opened - both of these events marked the downslide of the town.
Now it is a UNESCO world heritage sight. The town clings to the hills that drop steeply to the ocean and it´s houses are brightly colored with the leftover paints of ships.
When we arrived at the bus station we walked about a mile to a hostel run by a local family. It´s an old building set just off the plaza of justice. It was musky but cheap. We walked around the hills the rest of the day and found a nice spot to watch the massive ships get loaded up.
Later that night, we befriended the sons of the owner of the hostel who took us a few blocks to a local dance club. Frank and I were enjoying taking pictures and cutting rugs.
The club emptied out into the street at 4 in the morning. At first I couldn´t find Frank so I began to walk back to the hostel alone. After a few blocks I saw a figure crouched on the steps of a small business - Frank.
I sat down next to him and chatted. As we were sitting a man came up from behind me and pushed something into my back which I assumed to be a knife. I immediately stood up and began to jabber an endlesss string of phrases like "ok, ok yeah yeah I know what you need" "sure I´ll give you some money." I reached to my wallet, which I had prepared for this situation by filling it with lots of ones and expired calling cards, and gave him four dollars. This seemed to calm him a bit, but he then demanded more from me and stood closer to frank.
The knife was gone - I grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and threw him from the steps into the street and pounced on his chest and began to deliver as many punches as possible.
He screached a bit, got to his feet, and ran off.
Frank and I quickly began to walk back to the hostel which was only a few blocks away. We chatted about how lucky we were. We climbed the long staircase to the top and Frank began to fiddle with the difficult door lock when two men came up from behind and pressed an actual knife to Frank´s face. We both began our "jabber like a monkey" strategy to buy time. They scoured frank´s body with their hands and managed to get his decoy wallet from his jacket. Before anything more happened the owner poked head her out the window to see what was happening. This scared them off.
We went inside and went to bed.