(Yes, I'm in the stage of travel where I make sweeping generalizations based on very short observations.) (But stereotypes aside, I swear to you that one of the women on the plane was wearing an honest-to-goodness fortune teller turban thing with lots of gold, spangly jewelry. Maybe she was just messing with us foreigners.)
Jeremy and my queuing skills are super dusty. I like to think we learned to hold our own when we lived in Moscow, but after years of living in Middle Eastern countries where lines don't exist, we forgot some of the basics. In the check-in line, the bus-to-the-airplane line, and in the rush to get seats, we were usurped by elderly Romanian ladies again and again. Waiting in line used to be a profession for these women. And they are good at it.
Anyway. We're not here for very long right now (we'll return at the end of our trip in August). Later today, we hop on a train (and another train, and then the metro) heading west. Until then!