Several gleaming white tour buses are parked here, with something written on the side in a language you can't read.  The seats in each bus are meticulously wrapped in plastic, suggesting that its passengers are expected to be either fastidious or incontinent.  There are no taxis around, but since all of the passengers off the recently arrived flight have yet to finish up with customs, immigration, and baggage claim, there are no fares to pick up anyway.

You continue to sweat.

The policeman assigned to the airport saw what just happened and is running after you, yelling for you to get back in line.