Security

The airport is small but smart. We have little fuss passing through apart from forgetting a water bottle in my bag. The security officer, instead of confiscating it, asks me to simply open it and taste the liquid. I open it, not realising it's sparkling water and had been shook around. It explodes. The officer remains calm, smiles and let's us pass. I'm not good with airport security.

We buy some hotdogs while we wait but time passes quickly. Our minds are still racing. Our bodies are perhaps a little tired. The board is mostly full with flights to South Africa. Apart from only occasional flights to other parts of the globe, this is where most are going. We're on the way to Doha, second one down.