Oh how laborious it is going through the motions of the airport check-in. I’ve not once seen James Bond nor Sidney Bristow fumble about with their baggage at the security check-in, struggling to stuff their 100ml toiletries into a transparent sandwich sized zip-lock bag, nor present their (most probably falsified) travel documents countless times before taking their seat aboard the aircraft. I also can’t quite envisage Bond taking a kip on a stretch of hard airport terminal seating to fill in the hours between his early hotel check-out and late flight. Something we have been doing for the past 3 hours. Ah, the follies of travel.