Traveling

My car left Customs yesterday and arrived in the Embassy.  To say I was overjoyed is a gross understatement.  Due to the security environment, I am only permitted to drive my car, ride the embassy shuttle, request motorpool, or bum a ride from someone else.  But now that my car is here, I just have to wait for it's CD plates and I will be able to go practically anywhere (minus the red zones).

The red zones are unspeakably dangerous and no blan who has ventured into them has emerged in the post-earthquake era.  There aren't any photographs of what the red zone looks like, but our best placed assets and our most skilled artists worked together to create this rendition of what it probably looks like: