Keeping going
At 5.30 am we pulled into the airport car park. A line of headlights filled up the spaces all around and men in suits rushed towards the shuttle bus. A man in his 60s, with white hair in immaculate waves and carrying a soft brown leather suitcase, stepped up onto the bus and sat in deep contemplation as the bus pulled off. The journey to Terminal 2 took only a few minutes and most of those aboard the bus stepped off, walking at a sharp space to join the long …