Arrival
We've just landed, been herded into a shuttle bus, and approach immigration with our passports (and visas ordered in a panick two weeks ago). To my astonishment, there is a guy holding a card with our names on it. Seems he's here to help us get through customs and immigration, and heads straight towards the 'Diplomatic' queue. He briskly grabs our passports and studies them with ferocious concentration. Eventually he turns around and says 'I can't read this number'. The official writing on the visa is hard to decipher, so we all gather round and come to a consensus.
