
Reykjavik, Iceland
Having been woken up by the sound of the terminal apparently crashing down around me, I adjusted my suitcase to shift as many of the books as I could find into my hand luggage and headed to the Heathrow Express to take the shuttle over to Terminal 1. Heathrow at 8.30 in the morning is very different to the deserted Heathrow of 11 at night.
I was a bit early. I checked in at the machine, which took all of thirty seconds because this time, it recognised my passp...