We had to get out of the bus to go through Customs. It was gray, chilly day, and after we’d shuffled through the various lines and counters we milled uncertainly around the exit doors, unsure if we could get back on the bus yet. No one wanted to wait outside. A customs officer, his belt heavy with an array of weaponry, stomped over and glared at us.
“Everyone out!” he barked. “Go outside!”
Bird, Wandering 