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Published on June 26th, 2010 | by Daniel Boyle



As we went into Switzerland, I looked to the mountains on my left. There was snow, not just on the peaks. I thought that they were coming into summer in just a couple of weeks, but it was looking mighty cold.

Into Zurich we pulled, numerous hours after leaving Vienna. I was meeting Flavio at ten, so I wandered the streets for a while. It was still cold. I found a spot nearby the train station to play some footbag while I waited. It was warm in there. I don’t remember hitting anything good, but after such a long time sitting down, it was nice to get some physical exercise.

The hauptbhanhof at Zurich has a special meeting point, so we arranged to meet there. Flavio arrived on time, and we wandered over to a place that claimed to have the best coffee in town. I hate coffee so I couldn’t tell you if it was or not. I had a hot chocolate, which was quite good. The best thing about it was that it came in a giant cup, and also, it was hot. There was also a heart in the pattern atop the hot chocolate. Maybe the barista had the hots for me too. I would say probably not though.

I had asked at the station how much the TGV to Paris would be, it was going to be a lot was their basic answer, then I still wouldn’t be in London. I wasn’t due to fly out until the evening, but after missing one flight, I felt it was going to be best to get back to London the day before my flight.

Flavio told me to look at a website called Kayak, which compared flights. I got a flight into Luton for the bargain price of one arm and one leg, but when you’re booking the day of the flight, you can’t expect a lot of sympathy really. I booked my flight for the evening, Flavio had to go back home and go to uni, I wondered what to do for the next eight hours.

I thought about getting in touch with Tina Aeberli, women’s world champion for Footbag, but I didn’t really feel like playing footbag, apart from that, it was cold and it was raining. Another lovely spring day. Whilst I was pondering what to do, Reyna came and said hi.

I guess you could say Reyna is something between a cousin and a family friend. My Uncle Steve used to go out with her mum for a long time. A lot of the conversation was about how strange my Uncle is, which is a lot. She was booked on a train for 7pm, so we wandered around the streets of Zurich together.

The sun showed some brief signs of arriving, so we took what was advertised as a tour boat on the Zurichsee. It was actually just a ferry, that people got on and off from. It was a good way to look around the city, but we were glad to get off once the β€œtour” ended. Mainly to get away from the horrible Americans sitting just down from us. I don’t think I’ve ever heard such stupid people in my life.

Reyna talked about going shopping, I shuddered at the thought, but then she mentioned shopping for chocolate, I said that should be the first port of call. A genius idea. Not long after the chocolate we parted ways, her to shop, me to a nearby pub for a drink.

I got to the Flughafen fairly early, I didn’t want to miss the plane. Actually, I got there really early. I wondered if I would have any trouble with immigration. No troubles, it was very smooth sailing, I read F Scott Fitzgerald whilst waiting. Very apt, because the story I was reading was happening in Zurich.

I was flying with Easyjet, had no troubles with them, nor with Ryanair when I flew with them. I guess I was lucky, I was surprised though to find that Ryanair runs at a 90% on time rate, which is apparently the best of the European airlines.

A few hours later I was back at Dan’s, we drank beer and listened to classic rock. It felt like home, and the news said I could expect 25 and sunny the next day.

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Founder of @sportslashlife. Australian living in Chile. Freestyle footbag player and passionate sports fan.

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