Location: En Route To Interlaken, Switzerland
Another train.
This time we're within Switzerland, headed to the city of Interlaken. We spent our first day out of Amsterdam in Lausanne, Switzerland, which is like being in a fucking Christmas card. I couldn't figure out what Switzerland did so well, everything was clean and under control. Nobody jaywalked. Nobody littered. The people were all casually going about their day, more than nice to you every time you asked them for help.
It seemed like something out of Pleasantville till we took a few roads down to lower levels. Yes, levels, like there are actual levels too the city since they are against mountains. There we saw streets torn apart, graffiti. It's as if the whole town threw every minority working there in that neighberhood. We heard an Indian family screaming at the top of their lungs, when we walked through the slums. Children crying and things breaking.
Through it all though, art. The city had some of the most expansive landscapes I've ever seen done with graffiti. Buki and I just chilled there, as we walked through the city.
We saw a number of parks that were incredibly picture-esque. We had nothing but amazing dining experiences, since we ate at better restaurants. It was just so interesting to see how the country was doing with immigration, where people worked, what attitudes were apparent in which part of town.
Eden turned out to be at the university, where everybody was just laying on the grass, enjoying the sun and the view of a crystal clear blue lake in the mountains of Switzerland. People just hang out freely, all different races and ages. We saw people just freely smoking a joint, playing music, being barely clothed...no one really cared. The Swiss girls are unbelievably hot too.
Today we're going up some mountain...trolley, thing? Cart? It goes up the mountain sideways and apparently it was something Buki's grandfather did before he passed away, so Buki's always wanted to do it.
On the way we see old Swiss castles, buildings. Long waterfalls, giant mountains. We also see the scars of industrialization. Villages abandoned due to a mine running out. Rampant graffiti. Perfect small buildings, perfect boxes, far, forever, with perfect roads.
We're lost now. We don't recognize the names of the cities. We don't know where we're going, or where we're staying tonight. We don't know what we're going to do tomorrow. The only thing I know for sure is I have to be in Venice for the Italian Poker Tour in four days.
Poker is fun again. Having 100% of myself and pieces of others makes the game far more exciting. I want to run my accounts up to keep paying for this life.
