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Now...onto the fun stuff:
I love mountains, lakes, peaks, and all that silly, beautiful nonsense. My favourite place in Canada is the Rockies...nothing but great memories there. I've been wanting to check out the Alps in Switzerland for many, many moons...and last summer, I finally had the chance. After a wonderful flight on Aeroflot airlines (onto which the fine Russian getleman next to me smuggled a gigantic bottle of vodka and two big bags of Snickers snack size chocolates, inhaling all of this in about 43 minutes - yes, I actually timed him), I landed in Dusseldorf Germany, which posed the first obstacle of my trip: No sooner was his bottle empty and his belly full than he passed out so thoroughly that I had to jump over him to get out of my seat.
I spent the night at the airport (I actually enjoy spending a night now and again sleeping on the floor, using my backpack as a pillow, drifting off to the sounds of flight announcements and waking up to the wonderful chaos that is an international airport), and the next morning I was off on my adventure.
First, I went to Luxembourg, since I absolutely love small countries. I originally had planned for three days here, but after a full day of wandering (about 14 hours), I realized I had seen much of the worthwhile attractions. It was a beautiful place, but, when I told the kind woman at the hostel's front desk that I was moving on a few days before I planned to do so, she just smiled and nodded, telling me that a lot of people do the same. Luxembourg:
The next day, with two extra days to play with, I decided to make one more stop before entering Switzerland. Enter Strasbourg, France.
This city was rather interesting. On the one hand, it was beautiful and old and dripping with history and culture. On the other hand, gangs of ne'er-do-wells roamed the streets with big dogs, scowling at everyone and everything in their path, daring anyone to look at them the wrong way. Certainly not something I've ever seen in Asia.
Undaunted, I did my best to see this fine city. I walked the streets and found little gems everywhere:
The city - even though it is in France - has an Old French Quarter, which includes a river and a small reservoir-type thing. It is one of the most beautiful and quiet little places in the city:
Cobble-stoned streets winding their way through a maze of quaint restaurants, cafes and apartments...it's as good as it gets:
After a couple of days in Strasbourg, I headed south, Basel. Here, I alighted the train just long enough to buy myself a 15-day Swiss Pass, allowing me unrestricted and free access to all trains and buses, and significant discounts on cable cars. By the time I was done, I had taken about $2,100 worth of transportation with my pass that cost me roughly one-third as much. Money well spent.
In general, I love trains...but taking them through the Alps is a whole new experience:
My first real stop in Switzerland was the city of Biel/Bienne, on the northern tip of Lake Biel. As is evidenced by the very name of the city, Switzerland has an interesting linguistic make-up and history. A bunch of languages - including French, German, and Italian - make up the local dialects. For such a small country, there's an incredible variety in their communications. Sadly, Biel/Bienne itself was a little boring, visually unappealing - by Switzerland's standards - and a little annoying, as it was some sort of a holiday the night I spent there, and drunken hordes were shouting and launching countless fireworks 'till well into the night. I did, however, take a train down to Neuchatel to spend a few hours away from Biel/Bienne, and that was a truly magical experience.
Neuchatel is a supremely beautiful town with lots of life and charm. It is situated on the shores of Lake Neuchatel, with the Alps in the background. I lay there on the beach, taking in the sights, listening to the waves, and reading my book for a long time. Then, I went for a walk about town and the waterfront at sunset.
After a couple of days in the area, I headed to the town I thought I would use as my home base for about two weeks: Interlaken. Situated between the majestic lakes of Thun and Brienz, a hop and a skip away from the famous Lauterbrunnen Valley, Interlaken seemed like a paradise on earth. Sadly, my stay was to be cut short. My first hostel was a massive party place, where the bass from the nightclub below us kept me up until just before sunrise. When I went down to the lobby, attempting to use the computer to look for other hostels, I was accosted by a drunken, aggressive manager - backed up by a handful of "bouncers," and narrowly escaped a completely unprovoked beating. The next morning, I told the guy at the front desk that I would be checking out early and demanded the remainder of my money back. He asked why, and I recounted my rather scary story from the night before. He laughed and said "Oh yeah...he does that when he's drunk." Charming. The next day, I checked into a much quieter hostel on the other side of town, right next to a brothel.
In the meantime, I made my way up to Jungfraujoch, Europe's highest train station. From there, I hiked around the mountain at an elevation of around 4,000 metres. It was nothing short of breath-taking. Every step of the way, I was greeted with a fiercely blue sky, incredible mountains, sunshine, fresh air, and beautiful snow under my feet. I can not say enough great things about being on top of Europe. Then, just when I thought things couldn't get any more surreally incredible: A plane landed next to me. On top of a mountain. On the snow. How cool is that?
-=- Shameless plug: This photo is available for purchase as a print or a phone case here: On Top Of The World While I took the train up the mountain, I decided to hike back down, passing some stunning scenery along the way. One of my rarely-advertised life goals is to go to as many of the Gran Turismo tracks as possible. Well..here's one...the famous Eiger North Face (or Eiger Nordwand) with a couple of other famous peaks; Jungfrau and Monch:
Another beautiful - and classic - scene from the mountain...train on its way up the mountain, near Kleine Scheidegg:
-=- Shameless plug: This photo is available for purchase as a print or a phone case here: Train In The Swiss Alps -=-
Upon descending the mountain, I went back to Interlaken and had a pretty rough night. My feet were giving me all sorts of trouble, as my new hiking shoes hadn't been properly broken in, resulting in massive to-to-middle-of-foot blisters on both feet:
Thankfully, I travel prepared, and some ointment and liberal use of bandages made the problem bearable for a few days, then it disappeared altogether. Lesson learned...always properly break in shoes before travelling. When I travel, I walk/hike for anywhere from 14-18 hours a day...proper footwear is of vital importance.
I'll leave Part 1 here, I think. I'll be back again soon with Part 2...of who knows how many!
I hope you're all having a great day...see you soon! :D
T
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