My flight was only (only!) one hour late and I fortunately had knitting and books with which to amuse myself during the wait.
As the plane descended I got talking to a very friendly gay couple, Nevin and Peter, also spending the holidays in Geneva – practically everyone else on the plane was heading elsewhere to ski. They were so nice I wished I’d started talking to them earlier, and after saying goodbye I wished I’d exchanged email and Facebook details with them. I am so rubbish at that.
Transport to and from airports is radically different in Geneva. Whereas in London it cost me £8.90 to get to Gatwick on a train that ran every thirty minutes or so, Geneva airport hands out complimentary train tickets to all air passengers travelling to the city centre. Geneva has one (rather dingy, I thought) Central station.
At this point I was collected from the station so that, my friends, is what saw of Geneva my first night.
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