Stupidly, I didn’t take any more pictures for the rest of the flight, although I more than made up for that on the return flight, but more of that later…

Anyway, the flight was full, so it took a fair while for the Trolley to get round selling Breakfasts. In fact, the Purser (or Business Class Maitre’d, either way, he obviously wasn’t used to being in Economy), who served me, had some difficulty in working out what the menu option was (I had the Coffee, Orange Juice, Croissant and Fruit Yoghurt for 10 Franks [about 4 pounds]).

The flight lasted 1 hour 19 minutes, and upon arrival in Barcelona I was chuffed to see that my bag had made the connection at Zurich, despite the short time avaliable (although minimum connecting time at ZRH IS 40 minutes).

The real reason of my trip was, of course, this…

(my only regret is that the steward ripped off the wrong end 😡 )

I was a bit worried on landing at Zurich, at 6:35, as the boarding time for my connecting flight was down as 6:40, and I still had to transfer from Terminal A to the new midfield Dock E, but fortunately, as I checked the screens on disembarkation, my flight to Barcelona was delayed by around 10 minutes, so I was quite chuffed, as I took the underground Metro out to the new midfield Dock. After passing through Security again (my heart has almost dropped as I saw the queue), I sprinted upto the gate, but was relieved to see that a) I wasn’t the last person to board, and b) I wasn’t the only Celtic fan onboard the flight.

Pure Magic. By this time, I’d already seen Royal Barge taxi past as I’d landed from Basel, although I didn’t get the chance to photograph it (sorry, T5), although I soon spotted it again from onboard the Swiss A319-112 (HB-IPR) I’d boarded, at the other end of the Terminal, behind a Swiss A340 and an A330.