Getting back to Geneva

I flew Air India from Newark to Paris. I got off at Chales de Gaulle Aéroport with a few others, and all the rest of my Indian friends continued on to Bombay. Unfortunately, so did one of my bags.



Yet that was really the only catch. Otherwise, it was the best transatlantic flight I've made. I had a seat near an exit door with ample legroom, the Indian dinner was excellent, if a bit spicy, and a good Harry Potter book to help the time pass. Not too shabby. Not too shabby at all.