[limey]

ahem
The bleakest bit is just before landing in Destination Town (whichever it is). I'm tired and not looking forward to the scrum for passport control and for the customs' declaration forms (or immigration forms, depending on where ...) which have to be filled in duplicate and stamped before you can get out of the airport and which are usually in insufficient supply and NEVER made available to you on the plane when you have time on your hands ...
And although you get the roaming text (once you've landed) from your homeland mobile supplier you are NEVER able to send a text or make a call to say you've landed safely to Mr Limey.
And you wonder if the hotel really did send a taxi for you and even though they have there is a HUGE crowd of other taxi drivers trying to get your fare even though you are clearly marching along behind one of their own who has your case in his hands.
But then the drive through completely empty streets and the banter with the taxi driver and the thought that BED is getting nearer begins to cheer you up.
But this time my allegedly smart phone has a dumb blond moment with the hotel wifi, but fortunately I've brought other gadgets and my ancient iPod touch enables me to text Mr L at last.