There’s madness in the air here. Sunday is an election. And, the teachers aren’t letting the gas trucks have access to the Pemex plant. As a result, gas stations are closed and people are concerned the buses will stop running.
They had a meeting at the institute (where I am studying Spanish) to tell people to make sure they’re aware of their surroundings, particularly on Sunday.
My teacher said really it’s no big deal. I said I have been here for elections before. I’ve never seen anything like this. I’ve never seen the institute hold a group meeting. My teacher agreed that it does seem different. But she assured me not to be alarmed.
The teachers are also camped out on the airport’s runway, so flights are stalled. The posada guests who were supposed to arrive to stay at the posada last night had to cancel as they couldn’t make it to Oaxaca.
On my way to the zocalo, I witnessed a police officer syphoning gas from a truck parked on the street. I asked him what he was doing. He said that it had to be done, and the teachers made it that way.
I wanted a photo, but not enough to get in trouble.