We left the offices on a Monday afternoon in plenty of time to make our way to two days of zone conferences in the south of the mission. The plan was that the assistants would work with the zone leaders and we would go to the hotel to work on missionary mail, etc. We were about 1 kilometer from the exit when traffic stopped dead. We could not go forward or backwards. The medians on these freeways are deep and steep. There was no way out. We later learned that the campesinos, or men who work in the fields, were mad at the government about something so they blocked the freeway. A fight broke out which turned into a riot, police against the farmboys. 36 people, including 11 police officers, were hospitalized. Some of the scofflaws were arrested. The traffic flow stopped at about 6 p.m. At 10:30 a.m., that is in the morning, like more than 16 hours later, we moved again. We slept in the minivan with the assistants and mosquitoes. No bathrooms. Very annoying. But, we had plenty of crackers and water. In the morning the ground fog lingered. We brushed our teeth, and went to zone conference only a three hours late. Here we are with Elder Rangel. One of us is slobbering toothpaste.