Eventually, all were off the boat and at immigration, where the queue snaked from one^101
end of the building to the other. People were pushing and shoving (not sure where
they wanted to go, as no pushing or shoving was going to get them to the front any
sooner). The building was stuffy and hot, and sweat poured down our faces. People
were fanning themselves with passports (not that it helped at all).
It was late to search for accommodation by the time all was done, especially in the
dark and in light of the rumoured safety issues. Still, I followed deserted streets in the
light of my headlamp, with only a few homeless people as company. The first two
hotels were full, and the third was too pricy. The fourth was more my style, and it was
1h30 a.m. by the time I closed the bedroom door.