Züglifahre…

Oh did I enjoy my Saturday morning!

Had to bring the “aupairmobile” back to the garage as, although I had been hoping that Pina would end up using it, by the time she finally manages to acquire a license the Earth’s crude oil reserves will probably have dried up!

There’s this thing about bringing a car to the garage, though: unless you request a colleague/neighbour’s time – “hi: as you probably have nothing better to do on a Saturday morning, how about…” – how do you get back from the garage, especially when it’s 45 minutes away?

The answer is simple:

Pina had actually planned the whole thing out for me:

• Train leaves at 10:17
• Change at Lenzburg
• Change at Turgi
• Change at Koblenz
• Home at 11:30, just in time to start revising French with Vic

Easy!

I cunningly packed a new book and looked forward to the adventure!

The first part of the journey was uneventful: I gracefully lept from one train to the other, leaving behind a passenger desperately trying to convince these two beefy controllers that no, she didn’t know that only kids pay half price..

I had 10 minutes to spare in Turgi (until 10:59); so I deposited my derrière on a bench and, basking in the morning sun, immersed myself in my book…….

I was pretty astonished when I suddenly heard church bells tolling at 11:00, and the look on my face upon seeing my train disappearing into the distance must have been priceless.

Nevertheless I’m a pretty stoical chap; so I went off to look up the next connection, carefully noted it’s departure time (yessss: another 30 minutes of uninterrupted reading) and repossessed my bench in the sun.

Needless to say: I was so engrossed in my novel that even the sound of a train wouldn’t have bothered me! Which it didn’t 30 minutes later….

Luckily enough Vic called me at 11:55 (“Dad, your train is arriving in 5 minutes; remember to get onto it this time!”) so I finally arrived home 2 hours and a quarter after having setted out.

Good book, though..