A Room with the most Awesome View!
Trip Start Aug 09, 2008
47Trip End Oct 08, 2008
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And so, if I have my doubts about this (just a sliver), why should I believe that any of you would take my word about it? What part of this picture am I still missing so that I can PROVE to all of you, and get rid of that sliver of doubt that I do have, that all this really works? That, like the law of gravity and the process of getting an airplane in the air every time (ok..almost every time...there are exceptions to every rule), that we do receive what we require when we NEED it.
Overnight my clothes dried off nicely. Getting everything packed away between stored and bringing with me also went super. I figured out how to get this revised packing on the motorcycle. Dropping the motorcycle off went quite well considering they weren't too sure about what to do. I know, I cause problems for everyone by doing things out of the ordinary. They see, very rarely, motorcycles shipped on airplanes. But that gets them to think outside the box. Why should I be the only one living new experiences.
That done, I made it to the train station (by taking the bus from the cargo area to the air passenger terminal and then walking to the train station) in time to catch the earlier (noon) train to Interlaken, Switzerland. I had to switch trains in Basel. Both trains had 4 or 5 stops. You don't see much landscape at 240 km/hr. That was the first train. It was also a strange experience standing up at a coffee bar on the train at that speed. The second train was slower and mostly had students on it. More of a milk run train through Bern and then to Interlaken.
On the first train from Frankfurt I met a woman from Romania who's currently working in Germany. I let her talk for a while and then realize that she's living her life using a lot of what I've been writing about. Then I explain/talk about me and my travels. She's getting off at the first stop and so we don't chat for very long. She mentions that she better be paying attention to where the train is as she'll forget to get off because she's so interested in what I'm saying. As she's leaving she says she was very lucky to have met me and that she'll definitely be looking out for my book. Who would have ever thought that people would consider it "lucky" to have met me?
Interlaken is like Banff, nestled within a mountain range. The view from the hostel is awesome, though it's cloudy out and there's low cloud cover. Hopefully the weather forecast is wrong. Cloudy for the next few days. The Jungfrau, the tallest peak in the region is across the street, though I haven't seen it yet.
After settling into my room I went for a walk. There's a park across the street from the hostel and Main Street is on the opposite side of the park. The first place I see after crossing the park is a Hooters Restaurant. Who would have figured there being a Hooters in a small town in the Swiss Alps? I wandered up Main Street for a while then took off down some side streets. By the time I leave here I'm sure I'll have walked down every street in town. The town isn't that big. The building architecture is quite interesting. I'm definitely in Switzerland.
I figured something else out during my walk down Main Street. I am definitely a shopaholic, though you need to actually buy stuff, I think, to be actually classified as one. As I window shop (the stores are closed and I am broke) I see all these awesome things I want to buy. But what I also figure out is that the stuff I want to buy isn't for me. I see something and then think that it would be great for a certain person. There were very few things that I wanted for myself. The only thing I did see that I wanted for myself was a Cuckoo Clock. I found a few that would be perfect for my Dream house. I have no room for one in my current house, nor would one be suitable.
Back at the hostel and I meet my roommates. There are 2 young women from Korea, currently studying in London. A couple from London, though the woman is actually from Australia, who quit their jobs when they couldn't get the month off from their employer to travel for a month. So now they're traveling for 6 weeks. They'll worry about jobs when they get back. The last guy is from Vancouver, Canada. He left home 3 months ago and has been travelling through Eastern Europe. He's slowly making his way north. He doesn't know when/or if he's going back to Canada.
That's all for now. Five days of this Expedition left. I wonder what's in store for me?
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