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Heathrow at 5 am is empty.
The shops are closed. So is security desk and the few people here mill around waiting for check in to open. Some are hunched over their Blackberries catching up with mail and waiting for a more social time to make phone calls, others are writing in notebooks, trying to sort the day ahead.
Three hours later and Schipol is bustling with people sitting expectantly at the cafe opposite the arrivals gate. I’m still on the look out for Paul who, according to Anne, was on this flight when H arrives and we head into town.
First stop is the hotel to drop off the bags then on to a cafe to check out lists of things to do and spread maps out over tables of applecake and coffee.
We ease ourselves into the city with an exhibition of Indonesian 
art at the Old Church followed by a Thai meal and a wander back with the city in darkness….
