30 September 2015: In my fantasy we would spend the 1 hour in Zurich between flights strolling through the duty free shops, checking out the Swiss chocolate and maybe even the Swiss Army knives.
I relive last year’s fantastic holiday by bringing posts over from the trip blog. This doesn’t aim to be identical to the trip blog, but an improvement, with text edits and more / better photos. Find all these posts under the tag: Spain2015.
Then the plane carrying us from Barcelona to Zurich was delayed. Which delayed our departure. Which delayed our arrival in Zurich.
The cabin crew were unable to help us with information about our arrival gate or the gate for the plane we had to catch next, but told us to ask the ground crew.
Deb and I were off the plane quite quickly after it stopped at gate A45. There were certainly plenty of people behind us.
The first ground crew person we approached said, in a very Swiss way,
Run to Gate E, run!, so we did.
Do you know how big Zurich airport is?
We scurried: up escalators, along moving walkways, down corridors, down stairs, along more corridors, onto a high speed train, through a fortunately speedy Passport Control, up more stairs to gate E34, then down a ramp and finally, gasping, onto the plane bound for Singapore.
A few moments later they closed the doors and we began our 12.5 hour flight.
I think that’s the fastest I’ve ever gone through an airport.