. . . travel . . .
Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so celebratory of my smooth intinerary. After sitting in the SAS lounge and retruning to Oslo for a walkabout I made it back to my gate at Gardermoen only to have that flight delayed. It was the 200 K/ph headwind for the inbound flight that set us back. The return flight would have a corresponding tailwind though (turned out to be 220, or 136 mph) so the pilot was optimistic about an ontime arrival until some fellow didn’t show up and they had to rummage through the luggage compartment to find his luggage. I was hoping for an ontime arrival as I had a train to catch to Basel from Zurich which would deliver me to my Airbnb around midnight. The search for baggage put me on a Swiss train an hour later than hoped for and without my checked bag. Turns out that keeping a bag with it’s passenger isn’t as necessary as their under-planning rummaging suggests. I arrived at the Basel train station at 12:30 am and tried to figure which tram was needed to bring me to my accomadation. And if it was running at that time. After a bit of wandering/figuring I finally smartened up and took a taxi to the address, found the hidden and descended the stairs to my waiting bed, about twelve hours after planned. There goes my Swiss timing.
Apocalypse Then 