Back from Switzerland – what day is it?


Espresso HellBack from Switzerland and I’m really beat.

Yesterday was the longest travel day I’ve ever experienced and I still can’t get a handle on what day or time my body clock really thinks it is.  I had an opportunity to come back a day early which I immediately grabbed but it’s hard to say whether or not it was worth it.

My Friday morning started when the alarm went off at 4:30 (10:30 pm Thursday night Toronto time).  Caught the train at 5 to 6 for the short trip to Zurich airport.  Long crazy time at check-in which didn’t leave me much time to make the flight, only to find that we were delayed by fog.  Then the 2 hour flight to Heathrow.

Heathrow is always a madhouse.  I’m amazed at how busy that place is and anyone who thinks that Toronto’s Pearson International is a major airport only needs to make one connection through LHR to see how bush league YYZ really is.

Of course, I wasn’t in a hurry because my flight didn’t leave for nearly 5 1/2 hours.  Luckily, I was flying business class so I got to hang out in the lounge.  Many coffees later, we finally got to board where we endured another delay as 3 idiots decided not to show up even though their baggage had been loaded.

The trip across the Atlantic was very smooth and the Club World seating on the British Airways 767 is incredibly comfortable (for airline seating).   I actually managed to get a few hours sleep, watched a movie and had a really nice meal of shrimp and salmon.

We arrived in Toronto at the same time that 4 or 5 other international flights came in so it was a sprint to the customs area to beat the crowds.  Got through clean but had a long wait for the luggage to arrive.  My 3 wheeled bag, casulty of the flight over, finally showed up so it was off to grab a limo for the ride home.

3 airports, 2 flights, 1 train, from waking up to hitting the sack, 22 1/2 hours.  What the hell day is it?