17/09/2026
Two ways to arrive in Zurich tonight.
One lands at 800 km/h with 200 strangers and a bag of pretzels.
The other is parked on the tarmac, lights on, a cold bottle of water on every seat, waiting.
Guess which one has legroom.
Our Futura is here for a group flying in from overseas. They've done the hard part. Now we do the rest: Alps, lakes, a few towns they'll never pronounce right, then over the mountains and down into Italy. Eight days from now we drop them at Milan and they fly home with a very different accent.
Nobody remembers their flight number. Everybody remembers the coach.
Welcome to Switzerland. Bags in the hold, feet up, let's go.
📍 Zurich in, Milan out