Wow, there's nothing quite like sleeping on a cold airport floor for a few hours to revive the senses. Before I left my brother-in-law gave me some good advice, saying I should take a nap on the carpeted floor of one of the Islamic prayer rooms, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, after my uncomfortable sleep, I found a designated "quiet room", which is this darkened room filled with snoring, slumbering bodies and sloping chairs which unnervingly resemble dentist's chairs. Overcoming the backflashes of Steve Martin in Novocaine I actually managed to catch a few winks in the dentist chair, so now it's 09:30 am. Less than 12 hours to go. Eish.