Day 4
I have planned an early rise but I don't expect to be woken at 03:00 by someone going about their morning ritual. If you do have to get up at that ridiculous hour of the day, you should be aware that you are very much in a minority and not be crashing around doing whatever it is you are doing. Fortunately I do nod off again quite quickly and, before I know it, it is 05:15 and time for me to get up and start crashing around. That's if I was a selfish arsehole, of course, which I'm not. I shower, dress and do my final bits of packing and I am out the door by 05:45. Although it is only 2°C (that's around36°F for those of you who speak English funny) it is a beautiful morning and I'm more than happy to take my second of two taxi avoidance walks with just a t-shirt. The last thing I want is to turn up at the airport dripping in sweat because I've worn all my warm kit All mornings should be like this It takes a mere 50 minutes of leisurely strolling to make it to the...