There’s a comforting assumption we all make about modern air travel: airlines may occasionally lose your luggage, charge you £4.50 for a bottle of water, or somehow board Group 7 before Group 2, but at the very least they know where you’re flying. Apparently, that assumption is wildly optimistic. On Sunday evening, ahead of my […]
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