A distasteful return trip

This morning when we left Morzine it still was dark. The rain was intense and soon we were going down the winding road from Les Gets going to the airport in the thickest fog possible. 

Down valley, it was bumper to bumper following all the workers making a living by commuting to nearby Geneva where they could get paid between two or three times more than if they had a job on the French side of the border.

I pitied these people who has such a horrendous commute particularly under that morning’s circumstances and also during winter when roads could be icy or snowy. 

We finally made it close to the airport and somehow, I messed up my GPS and in the midst of intense, urban traffic, I struggled to find the convoluted itinerary leading to the French entrance to the Swiss airport where we had to drop our rental car. 

We somehow made it in time, just to learn that our next flight to Amsterdam was delayed indefinitely because only one out two runways there was in service. Because we couldn’t make our first flight, we were put in another one, but lost our class of service in the process. 

Finally, I made the fatal mistake of eating KLM’s food between Amsterdam and Salt Lake and had food poisoning. No more KLM from now on… Traveling in a nice 787 Dreamliner didn’t make anything better!