Things at airports

Every time, every airport, there’s somebody doing it. Crouched down, luggage open, frantically rummaging through clothing, all their belongings all over the place. Why do they do that? What ever have they cocked up so that a last minute mad panic is necessary?! In all our travelling, we’ve never done it. Why in God’s name would you need to??

So we’re at Heathrow Terminal 5, ready for the off. We said goodbye to England last night with a few last pints of English ale and a sumptuous meal at our favourite Turkish restaurant, A La Turka in Herne Bay. An uneventful train and tube journey has brought us to the airport, and, with a couple more last English ales and a Pret sandwich consumed, we are ready for our next exciting adventure.

Bedouin camp and desert scenes here we come.