Ah, the joys of modern travel! My Uber driver was a delightful chap, thrilled to take me to the airport because, as luck would have it, I was essentially paying for his commute home. Who knew you could make a cabbie’s day by simply needing a ride to the airport at an ungodly hour?



Arriving at 05:10, I gave myself a mental high-five for traveling light. The Jet2 counters were bedlam, a teeming mass of humanity all waiting to have their oversized luggage judged. Meanwhile, I sashayed past with my carry-on.



But then, the security line. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. The Fast Track lane, so empty and inviting, taunted me from the side.



Note to self: invest in Fast Track next time. Twenty-five minutes of shuffling in line later, I finally emerged on the other side.

What better way to soothe my frazzled nerves than by indulging in a glass of Castelnau, courtesy of Priority Pass? There’s nothing quite like a bit of bubbly to remind you that everything will be alright in the end. Cheers to airport adventures!