What a surreal day. Pretty tame inside the office. More or less normal feel. I mean, once you get over the lingering tear gas drifting down the street when you pulled up.
Then you go up on the roof and see all the protesters and security forces going back and forth. Almost comical. The protestors would make a rush and start chucking rocks at the CSF guys (about 30 on Simon Bolivar) who are all outfitted in riot gear. The CSF would shove them back and fire tear gas, but the wind kept blowing it back in their own faces. That went on pretty much all day. (with the GSO dudes testing SAT phones on the roof freaking the eff out and yelling "gunfire! Gunfire!" every damn time a tear gas canister went off).
Then, at the end of the day, when it's time to get out before the protests get ramped up, you're led down a pre-scouted route to transport home, get back to your place, and suddenly it's all "welp, where do you wanna go for dinner? There's a good Italian place a few blocks away."