And that’s a wrap.


Well the flights back home never get any better. Late flight out of Barcelona meant we only had 20 minutes from getting off the flight in Zurich to getting on the flight to Singapore . The wonderful Swiss Air had a lady waiting for us holding a sign “Singapore” . She hussled us down some stairs and into a black van as if we were CIA operatives. Straight into passport office where the “Sheila without a smile” reluctantly stamped our passports as we were leaving Europe. Then our nice lady raced us to the gate and hurried us through. Jumped into our very comfortable premium economy seats and settled in for the long leg to Singapore . Great service Swiss Air and a great plane too. Food and wine was best we’d had this trip also. 

If anyone intends flying into Zurich, I’d suggest you plan to arrive at night. The mountains , the  lights, the smaller villages dotting the countryside was truly a magnificent spectacle. 

Singapore airport for 6 hours was boring as batshit . Too long to be nice but too short to leave the airport and go into town. Boarded our flight for the shorter leg home and had some slop served up as a 1.00am snack and even had to ask for a drink. That part of Singapore Airlines has gone backwards. 

Back at Tulla we got our bags pretty quickly and through customs in a jiffy. Sue picked us up and we were home in no time. 

Both probably thinking ‘well that was good but I probably won’t do it again’. 

Let you in on a little secret . I thought the same thing last year after the 800k walk across northern Spain. Who knows ? 

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