When we get to the taxi stand at the airport to go to the hotel, the girl tells us in broken English that we cannot make it to the hotel because of the protests. I call the hotel and they say they know the way. We go back out to the taxi stand and get a driver who was just laughing when we told him where we were going. We made sure before we took off that he call the hotel and make sure they told him the way to go to get us there. He does and we are off. As we leave the airport area I notice the driver pull out a red bandana and put it over the steering wheel. I don't do anything since I did not want to make the moment any worse. As we got closer to the hotel, the driver puts on the bandana. He looks at me and I look at him and just smile. Now we knew why he was laughing, because he was one of the protesters. God was watching out for us and because of him we had royal treatment through the heart of the protest. We went through road stops and directly through the heart of the protest. We finally made it safely to the hotel and knew we had an experience to share.
We then found out that the mall (where we are connected to) and the adjacent mall has been closed for 3 days and we are thinking that we might have to change hotels. We were 40 stories up and I could still hear the protesters in the streets. Guess we better buy some red shirts tomorrow.
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