Risca, UK
Shouldering my new Wolfskin rucksack and clambering into a rickety lift for the last time we made our way to the Tung Chung Line.
Enigmatically humping my way through the turnstiles and being lightly nudged in the back as I boarded one of the various escalators, we arrived just as our tram pulled in and whisked us off to the airport.
The thirty minute journey took us past the Hong Kong Disneyland where copious amounts of bouncing children and dishevelled look...