We convinced the driver to take us further, and eventually we ran into a group of rebels on foot, essentially just people from the area with guns, out protecting their neighborhood. The guys who had driven us wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, so they dumped us with the locals. We’d heard there were hotels closer to the city, but information about where they were and where the fighting was proved sketchy. We had 10 people telling us 10 different things: They’re fighting there, they’re not fighting there; you can go there, you can’t go here. They were very nice people, even offering to put us up for the night, but they had no idea what was really going on. We needed things they couldn’t give us: a car and an Internet connection, somewhere safe to stash our gear near the city center, someplace we could file our stories from.