Its amazing that even after flying so many times I still find the whole experience amazing.
I love being in airports, even if businessmen are running about like cockroaches yelling on their tiny mobile phones or in the quietest of nights. Where is everybody going? How many lives cross innocuously in airport halls. How many friends are made? How many relationships are ended after a traumatizing week in Tenerife?
And then there's the flight itself. To be above the clowds, to see the the countryside that fills the gaps between the cities, the little cottages, the little roads.
It always surprises me how one can leave Birmingham at 8 and be in Faro before lunch. In one moment there is carpet everywhere, and you know you're in Britain. Next thing you know the brease of the Ria is cleaning your lungs...
Because of this I always smile when I show my passport.