Day 1:

It’s been a long time since I went on a trip abroad with my father. Liverpool all those years ago, and really despite the cliché, it has been far too long. All the standard approach when it comes to air travel. Get to the airport, check-in, wait around for an age and attempt to avoid the stereotypically Eastern European looking chap with a can of beer in a brown bag. The look is classic. Dressed like someone recently having wandered out of the ’90s. Dull coloured, yet oddly colourful jacket, which is too big for him and the look of a man still standing on the Berlin Wall. Everything in order for the flight so. Continue reading →