Urban Ninja?

Ok, so last weekend I was staying in Belo Horizonte with one of the other exchange students and her host sister, who is in Rotex. They both had to go to school that day and their parents were working, so I was alone in their apartment that morning. They had loaned me a set of keys to the apartment door and I was just supposed to lock up and head downtown where I would rendezvous with one of them there. Things did not go as planned. Before I launch into the story, let me give you the general layout of a Brazilian apartment complex. First you have to go through a big steel bar gate, which is surrounded by a usually pretty tall wall, also usually with an electric fence on the top (without giving away too much, luckily for me this one wasn't). This opens to get inside with a key or outside with a buzzer (there is sometimes a security guard there who will let you in). That gets you into the courtyard area, after that is a big bullet-proof glass door with a fancy electronic lock that you have to have a key for to get inside. THEN you can go up and unlock the 4 deadbolts to your apartment. Back to the story. So I go out, lock up the apartment, all is going according to plan. I walk out the glass door, which is unlocked from the inside and step out into the courtyard. The door closes behind me and locks. There is no security guard here and the little room where he would be is empty of all electronic gadgets. I walk down the steps to the gate. The building is built on a pretty steep hill, so there are steps down to the street. I quickly discover that there is no buzzer near the gate, where it would normally be. Panicking, I run back to the glass door, only to see the buzzer in there and the door quite quite locked. I don't have a key for this glass door (or the gate) and on cue it starts raining. Knowing it'll be about 6 hours before anyone gets home, I decide I have to take action. The top of the wall is only a small climb from the top of the steps so I (cautiously, it is raining remember and the wall is made out of some kind of faux-marble or something) hop up there and look down. Well it's only about a thirty foot drop. I look up to see the guys working at the construction site across the street eyeing me curiously. Since I'm already inside, I guess they decided I wasn't up to TOO much trouble. I sit up there (again, very carefully) trying to plan what the heck I'm gonna do. I have no phone, no phone numbers anyways, no way of contacting someone inside (the buzzer for the apartments is on the outside and I don't know anyone else in the building or speak enough portuguese to explain my dilemna) and don't really wanna wait six hours out in the rain. Drastic measures are called for. About 3.5 or 4 feet from the wall are some palm trees. I reach out and give one a kick, it's no towering oak but I don't think it will snap under my bulk either. I look back into the courtyard, desperately searching for some other option and, not finding one, I turn back to the tree, stand up and LEAP to the palm. The construction workers have now stopped and are watching this with great interest and humor. Through some miracle, I reach the palm and wrap my arms and legs around it like I'm trying to strangle it. Somehow, I don't fall. I begin to slowly shimmy down, hindered only by the fact that palm leaves begin by growing out of the "bark" of the tree, pointing up and being very spikey. I scrape my ankles nicely, get a few well placed splinters in my inner thighs, put a few new holes in my shirt and with adrenaline shakes finally touch the ground and walk off as though nothing had happened.