A long and boring and uncomfortable flight from Lima to Madrid but time passed.

Chaos at Madrid - it was impossible to reach the connecting flights area unless you persuaded a human staff member to let you through the labyrinth of barriers which prevented you so doing. At Madrid going home they also demanded that hand baggage be weighed (not unreasonable just unexpected) and also tested the two bottles of water I had.

An easy journey through Heathrow and am having a little something at Caffe Nero before catching (hopefully) the coach to Cambridge. The coach worked well, Ginny picked me up, but a hiccup was the driver thinking I was going to Cambridge Parkside rather than Trumpington P&R. I didn’t realise that.

Looking back I realise as with all my trips I have not captured what I saw with images, I have not described the intoxication of being in a different place. The impossible streets of Cusco. The aura of being in the Amazon. The sophistication of an alien world.