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Tertiary home...

So I am back at my tertiary home after two years and judging by the amount of visa-related drama it took to get here, this trip is already promising to be quite epic before it has even started. Till last week nothing was certain, the signs weren't hopeful and the 'travel planning' group on whatsapp was left in a huff of bureaucratic disdain and annoyance. Anyway at the very last minute things started falling into place and it feels good to be back here in Geneva with the siblings.
 We flew through Emirates and this was lunch on the Dubai bound flight, lentil curry with rice and avial... not that great. 
Taking off from Dubai... 
Chicken, mashed potatoes and broccoli on the flight to Geneva... again food wasn't that great. I remember Etihad food was really good, Qatar airways was okay too, but Emirates was surprisingly not upto these two.
 The fascinating terrain below...
Land, water, horizon...
 
Flying over some mountains...

Snow clad peaks jutting through the clouds...

Stepping out of the plane in Geneva...
Reached home at 8:30 pm and went to an Italian restaurant for dinner,  the climate was a bit cold since it had rained the previous day. Here we are with our wines.. 
and pizza. This four seasons pizza with ham, mushroom, olives and capers was incredibly good.....
Cheers to the slight nip in the air and the great company...  
A panacotta for dessert...
And with that wine I got a nice heady buzz, so drifted off to sleep as soon as we reached home... let's see whether I can keep updating this trip here regularly.

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