On The Road
A lot of people have asked me why I’m doing this, and really, why I’m doing this by myself. Really, why not? Most people have gone home for Christmas, and while I would have done the same, this is the one chance I will have to do anything like this. But really, I feel like I do this sort of thing all the time. If there’s something that I really just want to do, I’ll just go and do it. And yes, it is hard travelling by your self, but at the same time it is also a little easier. There’s no one to yell at me for getting lost, or the choice of restaurant, rather anything you do wrong is your own fault. There’s no one to blame for what happens to me except myself. And that, I must say, is liberating, and exciting. You have to be very vigilant and keen on your surroundings because there is no one here to help you, and that’s a thrill for me.
I’ve been on huge group trips before, and there’s always someone who gets into a fight with another person because travelling, lets face it, can be a stressful process. Stress produces irritation, irritation produces…well you know. Not that I’m exceedingly anti-social. I enjoy the company of a fellow human being just as much as the next person. The first two nights in Switzerland I met a couple a people who were just travelling around, like me, who were really great and a pleasure to talk to. Sharing rooms in a youth hostel is in truth, an incredible way to meet people and exchange travel stories. It’s really good if it has a kitchen as well, and you can just sit down at a random table and meet an Aussie, a Brit, a Chinese, a German, and a Frenchman. And they were all great. Anyway let me recap since Saturday.
I’ve finished up my leg in Switzerland for this trip, and I’m writing this in Munich. The first couple of days I spent in Bern, which is really nice little medieval town. The first night I got there, I discovered to my horror that absolutely no one in the German speaking part of Switzerland speaks French. So its time to whip out my English! So I wandered in and around the town, and got some hot spicy alcoholic punch at the Christmas market, which was really strong! I was tipsy at 10:30 in the morning, and had to eat 3 crepes to filter it all out. So I saw the town, and the river, and a bear pit they have there. They had the saddest looking bears there. One thing that’s striking about Switzerland is the abundance of clocks, watch stores, banks, and the overwhelming sense that there is an awful lot of money in the country. Then I went to Zurich, where there was a nice view of a lake, and even more clocks and watch stores. On the way there I met this guy in the Swiss army who was 21 also, and he said that while the service is mandatory in Switzerland, most of time he spends playing computer games and trying to pick up girls with the uniform on. Doesn’t sound like a bad life.
Today, I got on the train, and I’m writing this in Munich, which resembles New York in an eerie kind of way. This is the birthplace of the Nazi party, and I’m sad to say that’s all I know about the city. But I will explore the Baroque castles and beer halls. Jake, I dunno about the stein, I’ve seen some that are 60 70 bucks a piece, and it might break on the way back. And I can’t fucking speak German. I’ve tried studying it on the train, but its horrendously complicated. And I’m really tired...much more later.
I’ve been on huge group trips before, and there’s always someone who gets into a fight with another person because travelling, lets face it, can be a stressful process. Stress produces irritation, irritation produces…well you know. Not that I’m exceedingly anti-social. I enjoy the company of a fellow human being just as much as the next person. The first two nights in Switzerland I met a couple a people who were just travelling around, like me, who were really great and a pleasure to talk to. Sharing rooms in a youth hostel is in truth, an incredible way to meet people and exchange travel stories. It’s really good if it has a kitchen as well, and you can just sit down at a random table and meet an Aussie, a Brit, a Chinese, a German, and a Frenchman. And they were all great. Anyway let me recap since Saturday.
I’ve finished up my leg in Switzerland for this trip, and I’m writing this in Munich. The first couple of days I spent in Bern, which is really nice little medieval town. The first night I got there, I discovered to my horror that absolutely no one in the German speaking part of Switzerland speaks French. So its time to whip out my English! So I wandered in and around the town, and got some hot spicy alcoholic punch at the Christmas market, which was really strong! I was tipsy at 10:30 in the morning, and had to eat 3 crepes to filter it all out. So I saw the town, and the river, and a bear pit they have there. They had the saddest looking bears there. One thing that’s striking about Switzerland is the abundance of clocks, watch stores, banks, and the overwhelming sense that there is an awful lot of money in the country. Then I went to Zurich, where there was a nice view of a lake, and even more clocks and watch stores. On the way there I met this guy in the Swiss army who was 21 also, and he said that while the service is mandatory in Switzerland, most of time he spends playing computer games and trying to pick up girls with the uniform on. Doesn’t sound like a bad life.
Today, I got on the train, and I’m writing this in Munich, which resembles New York in an eerie kind of way. This is the birthplace of the Nazi party, and I’m sad to say that’s all I know about the city. But I will explore the Baroque castles and beer halls. Jake, I dunno about the stein, I’ve seen some that are 60 70 bucks a piece, and it might break on the way back. And I can’t fucking speak German. I’ve tried studying it on the train, but its horrendously complicated. And I’m really tired...much more later.
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