Dubai airport...

... 4am, 33c. Along with the camels, dates and expensive bling it seems Nutella is an essential purchase. Blipping this as the evocative call to prayer echoes around the halls and a bit of cabin fever sets in - literally! Grisly flight from Singapore - we couldn't chose our seats and we're crammed into the central aisle, a man of generous proportions man spreading all over Himself and some appalling food. Last flight coming up shortly and then we have an overnight stay in Dublin, probably heading for home in the early hours. What a trek but badly missing those two already.