Relatively short update for today. My experience the day
before in Montreal was repeated in Zurich. I exited the
plane and had no clue where I was supposed to go. The idea was to head to the
First Class Lounge and see if I could get a dayroom for a three or four hour
nap before heading into Zurich to explore, but I could not for the life of me
figure out where the FCL was located.
I finally found an employee who informed me that I wanted to
be by the A-gates. I hopped on the airport train (complete with moo'ing cow
sounds, for real) and rode over to the A-gate area. I ended up having to go
through security again, which was a touch unexpected, though not through
immigration or customs. Trying to adjust to Swiss security practices involved a
hitch or two.
For starters, I had forgotten that I now had extra liquids
courtesy of the Swiss Air amenities kit. Whoops. And, as always, my white noise
machine got singled out for an extra-close inspection. In their defense, when I
saw it under the x-ray machine for the first time I was pretty suspicious too.
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Ah, success! |
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Titled: Winding Stairway or, Look I'm an Artist With a Cheap Canon |
Eventually I found my way to the First Class Lounge. It's a
nice enough lounge, with a small restaurant and a buffet area. The nicest thing
for me was that they have a couple of dayrooms, which are basically really
small hotel rooms with a decently comfortable bed and a shower. I got to the
lounge at about 7:30 AM and my flight to Hong Kong
did not leave until 11 PM. Originally I had hoped to secure a dayroom for four
or five hours but they insisted on giving it to me for the whole day. Alright
then!
Perhaps the most unexpected part of the dayroom was that the
scent strongly reminded me of my camp years at Drew University.
I have no idea why it smelled like a dorm room (in a good way, not in a
two-week old laundry and ramen and no I have no clue which is two weeks old
way), but I enjoyed it.
I made a quick check of e-mail and then settled down to try
and get some sleep. The lounge was incredibly loud and the neighboring showers
made quite the racket when in operation. It cut right through my earplugs so,
in a moment of desperation, I took out the white noise machine and put it to
work. Having not slept in about 21 hours I was willing to try anything.
I successfully managed to grab about three hours of sleep,
after which I showered, changed clothes and went outside for a buffet
breakfast/lunch. At that point it was about 1 PM and I thought I'd head into Zurich and follow an
itinerary I'd found on Flyertalk for a brief lay-over tour. I made it basically
as far as the train station in the airport and I changed my mind, deciding that
I'd rather get some work done and get another nap in knowing that on the 12
hour flight to Hong Kong I was unlikely to
sleep.
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Why do you all make me take photos of bathrooms for you? How demeaning! This was in the dayroom |
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Larger than it looks in photos - I'm 6'1 and I had no problem fitting on it comfortably |
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Sweet lord, who designed that seat, Ikea? |
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It's a shower? I think? I'm not really sure any more but let's go with "shower" |
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Fancy setting for an airport lounge meal |
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Breakfast assortment from the buffet |
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Shrimp gumbo, shrimp scampi, fried shrimp |
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Tried one for Ben's sake - definitely a more juice-flavored Fanta than in the US |
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They had these at every table - did someone inform them I'm trying to lose weight? Obviously not |
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The buffet area or, as it was known to me that day, the Land of 1000 Coke Zeros |
I headed back to the lounge and wrote up quite a few missing
days of trip reports. I also got some work done and had a light snack. By
around 4:30 PM I decided to try for another nap. Out of the three hours spent
laying there I probably slept for an hour and had a truly harrowing dream about
missing my flight. Not good!
The rest of the time in the lounge was spent working and
enjoying dinner. I went to the restaurant and was once again pleasantly
surprised by the quality of the fare. Let's just say the Delta Sky Lounge in Tampa is not serving such
creative asparagus dishes. At about 9:55 PM I met several other travelers by
the front entrance and we were guided to our gates.
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That pickled onion was fantastically delicious |
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Asparagus three-ways, and each of the ways was truly inspired |
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Bread. Nothing exciting. Just bread. Move along to the next photo already, will ya? |
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Actually, maybe you should go back to the previous photo because I lost the notes for what this was - um, would you believe more asparagus? Bread? No? Bueller? |
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Three different desserts on the same tray - what a country! |
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Mmmm, dessert |
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View from the lounge |
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Another shot from the lounge |
For those in the know, the trip to the gates usually
involves a spin around the tarmac in a Mercedes. I've never been in a Mercedes
(my first car was a Mercury which is a lot like Mercedes if you stop reading
after three letters), so I was quite excited. Sadly we were a very large group
so we got ferried over in Generic White Van of Genericness. Ah well.
Since Day 8 basically just involved the 12-hour flight and
losing 6 hours to the time change, I will document the flight in the next
installment.
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