Airports are funny places. Let me be more specific there. The luggage conveyor belt and the few metres around them are funny places. Hordes of people flock around the mouth of the conveyor belt, attemping and failing to peer through the plastic barrier in the hope that their suitcase is on the other side. So we waited. And we waited. And still no luggage came. And still none....nope, that noise was the sound of joyfull people rejoicing around some other conveyor belt, obviously a far superior one to be yielding suitcases so SOON!

After I'd tapped my feet for what seemed like a millennium, there were suitcases. But not mine. I waited a few more millenniums, and then, at last (at last!!), there it was. I admit with shame I actually whooped whilst jumping up and down on the spot.

That pretty much summed up my airport experience, aside from the queues and the over-friendly people and the safety feel-ups.

Thanks Matt and Elisabeth for blogging! I will read all posts tomorrow, when my body has stopped yelling, "You need SLEEEEEEEEEEP!" at the top of its voice.