The longest journeys begin with a single step and frequently include travel fatigue.
We changed planes in Amsterdam and the hike across Schiphol gave us an opportunity to play catch with the football along the moving sidewalks.
The puddle jumper from Amsterdam to Zurich boarded on the tarmac with an old rolling stairs instead of the usual jet-way.
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There was a very tight connection for passengers headed to Homer Simpson’s favorite expression (actually I think it’s Quatar).
After arriving in Zurich, we bought Swiss SIM cards and then waited for the train to Herrliberg.
It was a tight squeeze in the commuter train with all of our big suitcases.
We arrived in Herrliberg and walked from the train station towards the beautiful house on the lake. Julian picked ups up and took our bags back to the house; he dropped them in front of the house, drove back and chauffeured us the final 300 meters. We had a wonderful dinner in a house full of guests (the directors and family of Kids Africa are staying here) along with a German contractor who is repairing a neighboring house.
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