15 flights

Flight 3 accomplished - I am now in sunny Malta and will be soon in warm sea. Sun after rainy Netherlands, great.

Flights 4 and 5 accomplished
Malta - Munich
and
Munich - Belgrade.

Flights 6 and 7 also.
Belgrade - Zurich
and after short connection (*1 hour) wuth a lot of sweatting and running and stress I jumped into another plane
for flight
Zurich - Amsterdam.
I am here because of Mario Biondi. He sshould have had a gig at Paradiso.

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But he cancelled tea show. Damned him!
Tickets and hotel were non-reffundable.
Fy.ck.
And what to do in Amsterdam?
It's a city for pensionists/
Coffee shops all over, coffee went out on my nose.
And grandmothers in some windows with red lamps, I guess it's a communist matter.
And nowhere you an see real Amsterdamers, it looks mostly like Damascus or Casablanca.

Flighst 8 and 9 accomplished--->
8.
Amsterdam - Zurich
and
9.
Zurich - Belgrade

This time short connection - 1 hour 5 minutes - wasn't stressful since first flight arrived even before scheduled time.
Swiss Airlines - which operated those flights - have a custom to serve a piece of Swiss chocolate after refreshment.

I felt like eating chocolate so much that I bought a package of 5 pieces of Lindt's at duty free before second flight.

Yam!

Six more flights until end of July.

10th flight Belgrade to Amsterdam accompished 6 days ago.

Originally posted by vandervelde
10th flight Belgrade to Amsterdam accompished 6 days ago.

So enjoy your stay at home 🙂

11th flight
Amsterdam to Coenhagen, Norwegian Air Shuttle.
Rainy and windy Copehagen, Lady GAga and Tony Bennett at Tivoli and Herbie Hancock and Chick Corea at Koncerthuset.

12th flight
Copenhagen to Rome
Burt Bacharah 2 years older at Parco Della Musica.

13th fight
Rome to Belgrade
Air Italia forgot my luggage which came day later

14th flight
Belgrade to Barcelona
and - one can count it as a flight - 4 hours ride by bus to Andorra.

15th flight from Barcelona to Belgrade was 4 and half hour(s?) late.

On the bus ride from Andorra to Barcelona, Spanish customs officer (who looked like Viggo Mortensen without moustaches) asked me to open ms suitcase and interrogated me about - money. Stressful.

Bur it is over. Mission accomplished.