26 hours later, I arrive in Geneva
I think insanely long travel times are good for jet lag. By the time you get there, you have no idea what time it’s supposed to be anymore, and are perfectly willing to accept whatever time they tell you. Especially if they say it’s about 9:00 at night and almost bedtime.
I spent seven hours in Amsterdam Schiphol Airport. I avoided the redlight section. I thought about buying some absinthe, just because it was right there and I couldn’t find any when I was in South Africa, but what would I do with it now? Those were different times.
Apparently this was the first time in 12 days that the sun made it through the fog. I’m sure my mother was happy to hear that I had the A/C on in my car the day before I left.