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Stockholm. 3:57 am. It's dark, chilly and extremely quiet. The taxi driver smiles and assures me that no, he didn't have to wait long, in fact, I was 3 minutes early! At the airport I and one more person breeze through security. The scanner guy tells me that he loves scented candles too (I have a new, nice one in my bag). I have time to fill up my water bottle with clean tasting, Swedish water and charge my phone before it's time to board. Well on the plane I immediately fall asleep and don't even wake up for the stale pastries Air France calls breakfast. Charles de Gaulle, Paris. 9:08 am. The queue to the toilets takes 7 minutes. 2 cleaning ladies are angrily scrubbing the floors and have closed off half the stalls. I need to put my contacts in but don't want any of my stuff to get soaked on the floor so I'm working on trying to acquire vision whilst holding all my luggage and hopefully not poke an eye out. Walking towards the trains I after a while stop counting the soldiers in cameo gear and rifles. On the train the guy opposite of me is rolling a massive joint.