Swimming 38:00 [2] 1.0 km (38:00 / km)
Normally, after a long flight, I get out for a not very convincing run. That wasn't an option this time, so instead I went for a not very convincing swim. Probably a bit less crowded than it is at weekday lunchtimes, but I felt like I was floundering like a drunken octopus. Felt as if I was about to cramp several times (mostly in the right leg, not the left), but never quite did.
Inflation is not a feature of Switzerland: the cost of pool entry was 6 francs when I first starting coming here eight years ago, and it still is. (There's inflation if you're an Australian, though - the franc has gone up about 30% against the dollar in that time). Showing that certain types of people have as much contempt for the law in law-abiding Geneva as they do in other places, I saw using a bus/taxi lane a very expensive black car which was definitely not a bus and, unless it was very well disguised, wasn't a taxi either. (No, it didn't have diplomatic plates).
The flight was as routine as they get, and slept a bit on the first leg. Perhaps a positive sign for peace in the Middle East is that Iraq is now considered safe enough to fly over (we went more or less over the top of Baghdad).