A tale of two trips from England to the same hotel in Frankfurt. An industry colleague leaves Leicestershire, has a hideous drive through the rush hour to Heathrow, parks, catches the bus from the longterm car park, takes half an hour to get through security, then endures a packed flight in horrid weather, followed by a long queue for passport control. He has to hang about to collect his luggage at the other end before finally being taken into town. I leave home exactly an hour before him, but I live in the Welsh borders and am delayed by an hour en route. We walk into the hotel lobby at precisely the same moment. But the biggest difference between our journeys is that I've travelled by car.
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