Shortly afterwards I realised that Geneva is one of the most expensive cities in Europe, and the cheapest hostel for two nights would end up costing me more than the flights. This would be my first trip abroad alone, and one where I would work out how much I enjoy travelling alone. I went with no plans, no itinery, nothing booked except my bed for the night. I did look into whether a Swiss urban exploration scene existed, or some form of contact, but found very little.
|Bains des Pâquis|
|Log Sawing Competition|
The rest of the day I enjoyed walking around Montreux, upstream I found what I would call a big culverted waterfall, almost hidden from sight. I regret realising too late that there is a train from Montreux that goes into the Alps, and above the clouds on a route called the Golden Pass. The views are meant to be incredible, maybe one for a return visit. I left Montreux as it was getting dark, feeling sad that I had so little time to spend here, with so many things I wanted to see and do. Returning to the hostel I found a Russian lad called Artem in our room who enthusiastically introduced himself and wanted to know where I had been. The group of students he was travelling with also wanted to go into the Alps, but couldn't afford the train. I tried to explain about the car sharing schemes in Switzerland, but they are difficult to fathom without speaking French. Artem wanted to see the pictures on my camera, and soon got to the crane ones from the previous night. He was almost insisting that I take him back to climb the crane, but the girls he was travelling with were not keen on him going, and I helped talk him out of it. I wanted to find a good bar for a few drinks, which they were not keen on either.
|A murky Jet D'Eau|
The next morning I woke up very early and decided to make the most of it by packing my stuff up and getting out to catch the sunrise, then leisurely making my way to the airport. I was rewarded by an amazingly beautiful sunrise over the lake, and the maddening promise of clear skies which just refused to dissipate enough to see the mountains properly before I had to leave. I did finally get to see snowy mountain peaks in Geneva airport, and the most incredible view over the alps on the flight back to London.