Hong Kong Airport, Hong Kong
The alarm went at 6am, the time I should have been arriving in Heathrow to get home for Mark's birthday: not to be. After a lovely shower I changed back into my full-length leggings and floral dress and headed down to the concierge desk to find out how the airport would let us know about flights. The concierge desk didn't have a clue. They couldn't tell me what had been happening over the previous days when flights had been delayed, and simply went on the interne...