Every now and again I find myself in some far flung corner of the world, usually via Madrid, always via London. The worst thing is that the flight from Madrid is always a hard-core 6.55am hop over France. The issue is that technically its 5.55am (UK time). The flight is with Iberia and so departs from T4 Madrid Barajas, T4 just happens to be the furthest terminal from the city and the 20 minute taxi journey is a fixed rate 25 euro, or in my case 30 euro (too tired and hungover to argue). So, each time I stumble out of the hotel at 4.30am (UK time) I know I’ll be exhausted by the time I even get on the red eye to wherever it might be. Now that per se sounds like a complaint, but it actually isn’t. Let me explain. Madrid Barajas airport is slick, easily one of…