I love airports. It is good thing that I do. I suspect that I have crossed the Atlantic 75 times in the last fifteen years. Not proud of the carbon load I have put into the atmosphere but I will rationalize to say that most of those trips were either to do some teaching in post-war Bosnia or contribute to development in one way or another in East Africa.

This morning at 6 am I find myself in Heathrow in London. This complex is huge. I understand that there are 85,000 people who work here in one capacity or another. And yet the place seems deserted at this hour. I did the walk from one terminal area to another through tunnels and halls and on moving sidewalks that were gleaming clean. I was the only one at the Terminal 2 Security.

Terminal 2 Heathrow.

It is a far different world than the one I have been visiting for the past three weeks.

No line up for security check. At 6 am. I was the only one!

No line up at immigration at 6 am!