Puerto Barrios Warnings Or Dangers

I was walking, at night, down a long dark road to a historic hotel on the oceanfront. Minding my own business, carrying my South American Handbook and a pretty umbrella a friend had bought for me in a quaint umbrella shop the day before - my birthday - in Antigua, when I heard footsteps behind me. I walked faster. They sped up. I sped up. They sped up. I turned in confrontation with "Que quieres?" to find a man leering at me with his fists raised. He ran towards me. I raised my arm, bent at the elbow, to protect my face. His fist hit my elbow. He stepped back in pain and came at me again. I handled that umbrella like a baseball bat (it had a wooden handle) - I was always a good hitter - and drove it hard against his head. I heard a crack as it connected and he landed on his rear end about 10 feet away. I looked at him, reality dawned on me, and I started running for my life, in flip flops. How did I still have my South American handbook? I don't know. Can't remember putting it down but I can't remember picking it up either and you can't be a slugger with a handbook in one hand. Anyway, I survived. Puerto Barrios is hot and humid by day. At night residents stay up late, enjoying the cool evening, eating and drinking alcohol. After all, it is a port and, as such, rather rough, so please be careful there.