Saturday, 13th October 2001.
I left the toilet as the train exited the tunnel into Switzerland. Germany's
blue skies had been replaced by grey foggy Switzerland.
Lucerne is, to a simple country lad such as moi, like the set of a James Bond film.
As the fog lifted, a city by the lake was revealed in all its glory.
Hotels and a casino by the blue expanse of Lake Lucerne, expensive yachts moored at the
streets filled with beautiful people, shops for the rich and famous, endless cobbled
alleyways to explore, and a sense of comfort and affluence.
I was a little startled when, at 5:49pm, all the bells of Lucerne went mad. Just out
of the blue, every single church bell and what-not started chiming or being rung or
whatever. No-one else seemed to notice.
There were a couple of Swiss kids staying in my hostel room, and I couldn't understand
a bloody word they said. In fact, I thought they were Dutch. The German bloke in my
room couldn't understand them either. And I couldn't understand his hair.
"We go now..." the Swiss kids announced as they made to leave the room, "...and have
some fun!" Well, no doubting their intent, then!
I did find time to watch some Swiss tv. And what's Swiss tv all
about? It's about a blindfolded kid guessing the make and model of
hairdryers by their sound only. I am not making this up.
Well, it was actually a German programme, but hey Swiss, German,
Austrian, they're all the same! Ho ho! Er, right!