Europe by train, part four. I am, this time, in Williamwood station, only this version is a huge, wide terminus, with trains that go all over the country. Some friends and I elect to catch a train to Glasgow Airport. The train is quite strange, however, for it resembles a large skip, and has a small branch of Costa Coffee inside it. Everybody sits at high tables, sipping lemonade, as the train winds its way through caves and mountains.
I am in Charles de Gaulle, by a man with a bomb in a suitcase (cf Airport, by Arthur Hailey). He also has a remarkably large gun. I hide behind a fat policeman.