Smoo-oo-th landing at Geneva. We zip through baggage reclaim and
passport control, and emerge into the sea of reps holding up signs of
varying quality. Chef booked a private transfer with ATS, but the rep
doesn’t have his name listed. Turns out they subcontract this
particular route. The rep phones head office to find out the name of
the company, and we soon locate the relevant homme du signage, a
miserable pas-parler-Anglais chappy who eventually leads us to his
minibus.
Bienvenue etc
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