Big Trouble in Little 'Oaxaca?'

There is civil unrest in Oaxaca and the staging ground for the protests is the center of town called the Zocalo. Adam and I happened to be staying close to there so we went for a late dinner. We were eating outside and gunshots were fired. We were made to go inside for a while, and they barracaded the doors and windows. When we left, we stupidly took some James Bond like pictures and decided to look around because we heard they were barracading the town square. Sure enough there were guys in masks putting up walls of scrap metal. We thought we could slowly walk up and watch for a few minutes and then leave. Some gentlemen walked up to us and wanted to know why we were there. So we were questioned by men with bats and metal poles for 45 minutes. I was super nice and told them that the only reason we were there was to fight their cause with them. I then went into a lovely dialogue(i think) on the wrongs of the government and how it is great that the people are standing up, and we are here to support the democratic process. It was pretty good for a guy wetting his pants. After making friends we walked off with the leader making promises to meet him the next day for another rally. We took the first bus out of town the next morning.