The rebels had insisted that Rafael and I wear bandannas tied over our eyes while they drove to their base. As we climbed out of the pickup truck and followed them out of the stone "garage," I saw that we had come to an ancient, ruined city. All around us were stone-walled buildings, multi-leveled edifices that looked like a series of wide, flat blocks, placed one on top of the other with the smallest on top. Regularly spaced, rectangular doorways led into darkened interiors. Wide stone staircases at the center of each level led to the story above.