Trying to put on a brave face and hold back the tears as i read through texts...doesn't work though and I end up going through immigration with a tear-stained face secretly hopin that they'll send me back home! Everyone seems so miserable. Grab my bag and head to where i think I'll be met, but there's noone anywhere. I wander around before going up to a police man with a big gun, take a big breath and blurt out a load of english that i don't think he understands! He sends me up to the other end of the airport where I can't find anything so I go to the customer services who sends me back to wait at the other end of the airport again. after sitting there for ages and nothing happening I go to a different customer services who sends me to the far side of the airport....when i lug my rucksack all the way back there and see the arrival of my flight flicker off the board I contemplate sitting on the floor and kicking and screaming and crying until someone who has a clue what's happening in this place will come and rescue me...but then a guy rushes up to me and takes my itinery and gives me a ticket then another guy comes up to me takes my ticket, says 'beautiful lady' then instructs me to follow him where i get taken to my hostel in a nice coach! After 2 hours of waiting around!