The journey to the airport took around one and a half hours and he'd grown sick of it from the countless times he'd made the same trip.
At the airport he breezed through security in a matter of minutes, feeling sorry for the people he could see who were emptying their baggage to be checked and would have to repack in a fraction of the time it had taken to pack in the first place. Israeli security was tough. Renowned the world over.

They ate pizza, drank coffee and smoked cigarettes until it was time for them to part. They clasped hands, promising to write and wished each other the best of luck.
He took the stairs up to passport control. His work permit was two and a half weeks past it's expiry date but wasn't questioned about it. He'd never been questioned over expiry of regular tourist visas in the past either, with some of them having been 2 or more months past their end date. He wandered in and out of the duty-free shops before finding a place to sit, silently waiting to board the plane. He had too much time to think so tried to keep his thoughts away from the kibbutz.
How many people had said that it wouldn't be long before he'd return? "To stay.. no. To visit.. yes," he'd replied to them all. He'd promised himself he wouldn't think about the place as it'd only make him sad, he knew. He'd made his decision to leave and didn't want to deal with the emotions he'd feel if he started to really miss the kibbutz. Hopefully, things in England would take his mind off the subject.

He'd grown bored of plane travel too. The excitement he saw on other people's faces was a long forgotten thing for him, wishing he could snap his fingers and be at the place of destination instead. The flight was a non-event: bland food, tasteless coffee and a semi-decent movie - Forrest Gump. He'd not seen that particular movie so it helped to pass the time.