Just like in Europe, my dad and I saw this "running man" as we called him. He was the symbol for the exit signs but we thought it was funny that he was always running. Apparently, he's also the symbol for people in general.
The running man . . . getting squooshed by the bus doors . . . This was the bus that took us directly to the runway where the plane was waiting. I didn't get my camera out fast enough, but as the plane was leaving, the workers on the runway lined up and waved at us all. I waved back of course :P
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