04.30 am Southampton

Well, thanks to Flybe (you useless bunch of morons) changing their flight time and deciding not to tell anyone until the last minute. We find ourselves catching an earlier flight, a much much earlier flight. The last time I saw the sunrise this early I was going to bed but that’s another story.

I hate stupid o'clock starts but being an intrepid explorer means you have to sacrifice the luxury of a few hours extra in bed. I bet Christopher Columbus didn't hit the snooze button and turn over for 5 mins on the day he went looking for America.

So we are sat at Southampton airport with hungover bleary-eyed business commuters waiting for our flight to that great transit hub - Dublin. I have forgotten what it’s like to be a Monday morning business traveller. They're all pored over email and excel spreadsheets muttering to themselves. Oh, how I miss that life - NOT!

I am, however, engrossed in the Lonely Planet guide for Iceland. Ooooo, they have a penis museum!!! Really? Well, that’s on the “have to visit” list.

08.30 am Dublin

A 3-hour transit stop so time for a real Irish breakfast. Is it too early for a pint of Guinness? Rogers's reply is "It's never too early"

It's bedlam here. Security was a rugby scrum. The plan was to go and sit in one of the lounges away from the hairy unwashed but with two American flights delayed, they were even more like a zoo than the concourse so we have taken up residence in Burger King under the air conditioning. I now know why we have a boat and decline to fly anywhere.

Next stop Iceland....