Ally of ours. Nice enough place, shame about the people. No, that’s not strictly fair; the people are alright. But if ever a powerful minority ruined it for everyone, it’s here.
It starts as soon as you get off the plane. The passport-control people are a little too suspicious, overzealous, even. So you’re guilty, automatically, of something. Almost certainly of subversion, and you’re probably a witch to boot. Unless you can prove otherwise, in which case they’ll start fawning instead.