Whoever said it is better to travel than to arrive had never been to Miami airport. As I write I am in the Amanyara resort in the Turks and Caicos Islands. It is as close to heaven as I have ever been; white beaches, clear water, fresh fish every day but it is only now, on my third day, that I am recovering from the hellish trip. We stood in a queue of about twenty people for over an hour and a half just to get into the airport to be able to get a flight out again. Apparently there is no longer such a thing as a transit lounge. Once we got through we were told by an American Airlines representative that we had missed the flight. We ignored her and ran to the gate where mercifully we were allowed on. This airport security nonsense is crazy. On the way from France I was told to put all my lip glosses, creams etc in a plastic bag. If I were planning to blow up a plane, how would a plastic bag stop me? And the questions…..oh please. Any terrorist with five minutes training would surely know the answers to give to get through. But still at Charles de Gaulle (second only to Miami in terms of unpleasant places to hang out) we waited in line for two hours to be asked if we’d packed our bags ourselves or been given anything to carry on board by some dodgy looking stranger. Why not ask people if they have children/enjoy their lives/think Allah is great or just LOOK at them. Does this white middle class mother look like a terrorist? I don’t think so…..