Of all the countries I've been to, and the ones I've never been to and never wanted to visit, my best friend picks this compost pile to get married in. And I bought our tickets.
Hopefully in the next 6 months, the fascist authorities will quell the local barbarians long enough for my friends to say their vows, tan me, and get the hell outta there.
If not, do the right thing.
Frowning takes 68 muscles.
Smiling takes 6.
Pulling this trigger takes 2.
I'm lazy.