The ride on the gray goose was short, perhaps less than an hour. It was long enough for your heart to set up a pounding rhythm against your rib cage, causing your breath to come in short, thudding gasps and your ear drums to hurt. It didn't get any better on arrival as we were herded off the bus like cattle, with the new set of guards shouting, threatening, and barking orders. The only thing missing was the electric prod. They didn't seem any happier...