Swiss Day 3

I was contemplating whether to go one more day, but was too tired and was thinking that with rental again and another lift ticket I would have to shell out another 100 CHF. Well I already did the alps so we decided to walk the town during the day and maybe head back with some souvenirs.

By 2pm or so, we headed picked up our stuff and headed to the trains back to Geneve. I got off and wandered the streets and the shops looking for souvenirs and take in more sights where as Patty went to the airport to meet up with her company and head to Evian, France (yup where the bottled water comes from) for a conference.
Uneventful, but peaceful, and managed to find some stuff to take back!

I actually went back to the hostel in Geneva and then stuck my luggage in one of the lockers and just pretended I stayed there the night before. When grocery shopping, and then chatted with the other backpackers in the kitchen. Met a girl from US, a guy from France and another girl from France.

Stayed until 11pm, and caught the last train to the airport as my flight the next day was at 6am again and check-in was at 430am. Let me say this was my first experience sleeping at the airport. It's funny cause most people on the same flight did the same thing and we all "claimed" our little spots in the airport like rows of chairs, corners and under the escalators for some privacy. They actually shut down the airport at 1am (lock doors and turn off lights) and then at about 4am when they reopened. When they did, security came over and asked for all of the overnighters' passports and asked them questions to make sure they were passengers and not just hobos. I think I would have passed for one. Made it back to Adam by 8am and in the office by 915. Boy was that a gross shift.
All in all a nice trip, but a little boring if you don't plan on doing out-doorsey stuff. And since most things were either closed (UN, jet d-eau was off (the intense water fountain)) or dead (the flower clock) and no conventions were going on (famous Geneva auto show)), then there really wasn't anything to do, especially when there's hardly any night life (maybe we were looking in the wrong places). But the BEST part of the trip: Ripin up the slopes at Verbier (told you Patty!)

At first I wanted to go my traineeship in Switzerland bad, but now I'm glad I am where I am, albeit i think my French would've vastly improved if I went there.

Peace out and bon soir!

c