On Saturday, we woke up around 8, packed up and had a nice breakfast at the hotel. As we were leaving, we were torn between catching the bus back where we got off, or over near the pancake house, where we had seen a bus schedule posted outside. We asked a young guy from our hotel, and he pointed us in a third direction, so we headed off that way with some reservation. Along the way, approximately 10 taxis stopped us to yell, "Damascus, Damascus?", and then tell us "no money" to take us to the bus station. Last time we got in a cab that said "no money" was the guy we now call the kidnapper - the guy from the border who was supposed to take us to Hama but instead took us to
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