I recently walked the 25 days from London’s Heathrow Airport to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. Flight time is an hour and fifteen minutes – a journey some commuters make twice a day. This wasn’t some sort of perversion, but part of a longer walk from England to Jerusalem, which happened to take me through the two cities, and airports can be good places to sleep.
I don’t know if anyone has ever walked between these two airports before, and I wouldn’t necessarily recommend it. But it got me thinking, especially as it coincided with the eruption of the volcanic ash that grounded flights over ...
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