Passing through Buffalo at all was actually the result of an earlier navigational accident anyway ...
and then, when leaving: The entrance to the roundabout ... the wrong lane on the roundabout ... after we came on to the roundabout

What roundabout trip you had, Kiwi! The mental picture is scrumptious. We see country drivers in our city too. Buffalo is simply so neighborly a city that it wanted you to come, and didn't want you to leave.

But my friend, you must learn when in Rome to drive as the Romans do! (And here's hoping that Kiwi never has to face the notorious drivers and roundabouts of Rome. Right, Emanuella?)