Bucharest, capital of Romania, gilded, semi-precious jewel upon her Balkan brow. Home to iconic Orthodox churches, monuments to government, and the 30 cent hot dog.

Arrival is easy enough. Disembark from the plane. Walk onto the tarmac. Look at the empty buses. Wonder if you need to board them, the terminal is only 10 meters away. Stand in a big group and yell at each other (ideally in Romanian). Squeeze on to one of the buses, don’t worry, it won’t have enough seats for everyone. Ride the bus the 10 meters to the terminal. Get off the bus and enter the terminal, resume the yelling and possibly do some casual shoving. Go through customs. When the customs agent ask where you are coming from hand them the plane ticket for when you are leaving. Stare at them as they look at you then back at the ticket, then back at you. If you have stared properly the agent will shrug, stamp the passport and allow you into the country.

Welcome to Romania! I think I am going to enjoy my stay.