Every journey comes to an end eventually. Having spent almost no time in the last 48 hours asleep (I was packing when I should have been sleeping) and 20 hours since my taxi collected me from my house, I am finally in my hotel. This should be by far the worst travel day of the whole trip. Both flights were delayed for an hour on the tarmac – it’s strange how knowing we are not making any progress is frustrating. I almost missed my connection as well! Now it’s over, and I am just glad to be here!