Hot, humid a typical tropical weather. Which I do not mind leaving behind for another year or two. Our father could not travel with us to Switzerland because of his business. So this means we have to return to our boarding school alone.
My sister thirteen and I fifteen travelling by ourselves with little pocket-money in hand. Father said we did not need much as we are going to arrived in Rome then a connecting flight to Geneva. He never imagine that an emergency would arise in our journey.
Father drove us to the airport, checked us in with KLM Dutch airline. After all is done, we said good byes and promised as soon as we arrived at school we will write. Sad to leave our parents, also happy to be back at our boarding school.
In the late 60’s certainly jumbo jets are not around yet. I recalled it…
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