5. We were basically dictated to (pretty neurotically, actually, by a crazy lady in the gift shop) what time we had to take the shuttle (which got us to the airport over two hours before boarding), and we ended up being crammed into a van (me squeezed in next to a very smelly eastern European man, I felt like I desperately needed a shower afterward) while the driver had a cell phone to his ear for the hour-long drive.