Emirates Terminal Three in Dubai is basically a space ship – cruel tooth-shaped windows, curved walkways, giant ceilings. Great reflective columns scattered light-rays on the ceiling and appeared almost fluid, dripping sunshine. Leggy tapered buttresses appeared to have re-arranged themselves into new shape a every time I blinked. The angles of the balconies were different.
It’s my new favourite airport, winning for its sheer futuristic audacity. I wrote my New Year’s resolutions while people watching at the departure gate and when I pulled them out of my pocket back in the safety of London, they all seemed a little far-fetched and unlikely. But strange things do happen.