Monday, September 29, 2008

A day in the rain..

Volunteered in the rain to help out at Housing Works, an organization which donates all of its proceeds to help the homeless and those in need of aid. I found them by accident a few years ago and fell in love with the bookstore, the atmosphere and energy is very soothing. Today they had a book fair outside, under tents, which dripped. The worse was not really the rain, but the dripping from the tents,which at one point would pour cold water down your back, and get under your shirt...ughh.. Not getting soaked was not an option, which made getting a free cup of hot coffee even more enviable! I had the fun job of going around and punching at the water logged tents so cascades of water would tumble down, sometimes we had a few casualties! Yet all in all most of the people had a sense of humour!
Although, I myself, am a book lover/fiend..I have NEVER witnessed such a thing, in the beginning all was well and organized, then as the tables got fuller,and those who hanged in their for the long haul...these were 1$ a book, all kinds...we started having crowds gathering around us repacking books to take to the specific tables, which in the beginning we had, they were like cats at a butcher shop, or vultures over a dead carcass, looming over your shoulder, grabbing a book here grabbing a book there! Tailing me as I carried the box to its designated spot..Returning after such a trip I find my co-volunteer using his voice as a whip, (back back I say! ) teasing, yet kindly but firmly requesting them to go to the tables..However, it was understandable, the temptation to find "the"book, the first glimpse before anyone else spies it..people were buying by the box loads..I myself had to ferret and hide a few books, with the cashier, and to my astonishment, found myself with 11 books! Some nice art books I must admit and one big sociology book..Oriental Despotism...hmm sounds serious doesn't it!
But all joking aside, it was a well run, disciplined organization. Which when my shift ended, 10-2 a new group came, lucky them the rain had stopped! I along with the rest of volunteers were truly tired and ready to rest...the real staff..still unpaid..stayed for the whole thing. I must admit, I am happy to be a part of this, everyone, seemed to know each other from past years, there was a camaraderie amongst people from all walks of life, young and old!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

A quiet trip up north..

Genevieve's Birthday in the park with a smiling Thierry behind...happy 30th!

mmm Genevieve is tasty! A picnic for all ages!

Quebecois Flag..

Heralding Autumn's arrival!
Sigh..love the staircases..seems typical Montreal..

Other than flying my favorite way to travel is by train..
Meditative,
through open windows the landscape flies by..
sunlight filters through trees creating startling landscapes of light and shadow.
autumn is near, the trees have started to change color
yellow, amber, orange.. just on the edges.
Would that I lived in a place like this..
would I get tired of its natural beauty?

This trip to visit Genevieve and Thierry, has left me rested if a bit philosophical.
No technology, for me a retreat from the world at large, their home a wealth of warmth and laughter.
Although a home is only a shell with four walls, it is those inside which give it life!
I have left Montreal if not wiser a little less stressed having extended my trip by one day. Montreal reminds me of France with its cafes and its subtle french atmosphere. Quite homey, with its melange of immigrants it is different to Quebec. Although the accent is a little difficult to comprehend, the people were very polite and smiled. At a little "salon de the" named "fous des dessert", I had a very nice lesson in green tea by its Japanese owner, in french! Where I drank an oolong tea with orchid flower, quite subtle. Of course with a pain chocolat, made with real chocolate..mmm.Lucky for me, I also enjoyed a traditional fondue, made with broth. Being invited to a home cooked dinner is a wonderful way to meet people, and just observe, thankfully Genevieve quickly showed me the trick of tying the meat, so it doesn't fall off. Although there is a tradition of kissing the person on your right if you do lose your food in the broth! Hmm would that lead to a lot of hungry people...
thank you..
In the end everything begins and ends with us...no I have not just come to that conclusion, but it is a lesson which sometimes needs remembering..My body tends to tell me when something is wrong, sleepless nights, fatigue, irritability..but I often ignore her, till its too late. She is someone I have to heal first from the inside out..I have been reminded of this by a cold sore, for some it is a normal occurence, for me it has happened during major life changes, every few years.It is my bodies way of dealing with stress and shaking me awake when I am too 'tetue' to listen! So I have promised less coffee, more green tea, and wholesome foods, a start for now. Although I am positive, the stress and anxiety over my decision to move and no work etc...will be harder to leave aside, although I will try.
I love you all dearly my friends, a double edged sword to have you all scattered about! at least one is only a train ride away...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

to sleep or not to sleep

that really is the question..whether or not to dream or perhaps to fall into the arms of morpheus..an age old question since Shakespeares time..what I wouldn't give for a peaceful nights sleep..not to wake up, and think of all manner of strange and exasperating scenario's. The mind works in mysterious ways, but why mostly at night??
so this resident night owl, will write by moonlight, while all the worlds asleep..If anyone finds Mr.Sandman, send him to me, although..living in the modern city "which never sleeps" there are a million and one sounds at night, from people going and coming from work, the wood floors and furniture creaking and settling (disturbing really till you get accustomed to it) the ambulances and trucks down whizzing down the streets..the deli (bakkal like) starting to open at 3 am preparing for the day ahead, to the least a wind chime, tinkling with the wind..all these noises one hears so much better at night, and jumps at the least possible sound...
It's four thirty, and I've been up since three..if ever I had a child, I would be prepared..I'm off to bed, again..I understand why people take sleeping pills..ahh the sound of the industrial sized air conditioner..forgotten that one!
good night to all..j'espere...

Friday, August 22, 2008

Life is not so grey...

After making a few decisions, hopefully in the right direction, I feel a little less like a fish out of water.  Today, its a bit strange I've forgotten how diverse New York is. I've laughed quite a bit, I also realize that I have more of a sense of humour then your average New Yorker! But luckily this being New York no one looked at me too strangely. Looking around you see people dressed so that all you see are a long pair of legs, a costume from the 1930's middle america, a man walking and cursing down the street only to stop...and kiss his girlfriend. Bodies that look like models, sitting in cafes full to overflowing...Well basically it has been an interesting day observing tout le monde..so where do I fit in...at the moment just as an observer. I miss France, Europe in General, but no matter how much I would like to think differently...I don't belong there..sigh! laughing  I must have the strangest accent now, I've been asked three times where it's from! Always the same shocked expression when I say Turkish..I've become mysterious....me! Must admit it was hell overseas, being Turkish and American, neither one of which is too well accepted. Had to improvise and say bit of both, which was getting annoying since I'm really neither. 
Tout commence par des reves..true still stand by it..look at Shane and Aurore, who would have thought, good luck to both of you!
..running out of battery must leave now from this used bookstore dedicated to the homeless..

Sunday, August 17, 2008

A path once chosen...

It feels like a lifetime since I last wrote..and well it could be. No longer in Istanbul, how strange. I've traversed the world it seems to end up where I least expected to be.
A bit melancholy, perhaps it's Bach, the cello suites were never lighthearted. Yet it suits my mood, introspective, contemplative. Therefore reader be forewarned!
Would that I could stifle these urges that goad and push for more. MORE what is more! There is no definition really, it is wanting what you do not have yet when you have..are we satisfied..for the moment, a day, a week and then it's back! Do all human beings have this craving, this impulsiveness to uproot their whole world on a whim, or so it seems sometimes. For what? sigh...A longing..
I've traveled the world, or a part of it, and for that I am grateful. I have been allowed to see, smell and live with others while they went about their lives. I've made friends which I can love and miss their companionship dearly.. I've matured perhaps too much..for this place seems to have stood still.
One day I will write about all the joy there was in traversing my little world, but not today, not with Bach's cellos playing in the background...
Alone once more, who would have thought it would be this difficult...surrounded by people one longs for piece yet once granted...can it be taken back.
once more a floating weed,
off the coast of the atlantic,
too far
both sides of the shore...so far...
destined to float on the sea,
or get dragged under by the current...

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Hustle and Bustle

Life goes on amongst the hustle and bustle of the living in Istanbul. Overcrowded cafe's, streets and cars! Spent the early morning wandering with Anne amongst the Princess Islands, relaxing boat trip up and it really feels like another world, no one awake in the early hours but cats and horses. No cars allowed, heavenly...wandering the tree lined streets- peace at last. Two friends relaxing in the sun, while a kitten decides to take refuge on my backpack! Now sitting here relaxed in my element it feels strange that I will be leaving in three weeks. Do we close one chapter of one's life only to open another one? I do not want to stress the last few days, but finish what I have to do and prepare for my trip to France. Looking forward to traveling, sigh, where will this love affair with new sights and old friends end? Will I ever truly be an academic, sitting in a musty library, wandering among shelves of books rather than streets!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

For those of us who've lived abroad...

Ok, maybe it's just my own feeling, but I would like to thank those people, who make it possible for those of us who live abroad to find a used english bookstore. It's a rare gift and it's impossible not to feel grateful and hug the owner for having an array of titles! Just the possibility of skimming through books which are not a century old, or harlequin novels!Thank you thank you...so saying, I found an interesting D.H.Lawrence book called The Fox. One I hadn't heard of before.

Monday, May 12, 2008

A minute detail..

Something to chew on...Huge billboards of a silk scarf ad...
These scarves were usually shown tied gracefully around the neck
however now...they are tied around the head in a peasant fashion,
not like a headscarf where no hair is visible, but a knot under the chin...
Maybe I'm paranoid but these are minute ways of getting us accustomed to the idea.
Besides which, scarves worn around the neck, like neck ties, are a western invention, and have no place in an Islamic society, as this goverment would like us to be.
Just in case this is a hint of paranoia, when our prime minister meets with more conservative members of his parliament, we lose the necktie...minute perhaps...but all the same, it starts like this. And soon you become so used to it, that, it no longer bothers you..It is normal...that's when for those who think like I do the s... has hit the fan.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Where does one end and one begin?

The savagery of man...long story of how it began, but we had a discussion at work, about how men could become animalistic and not only 'rape' but brutalize a woman. Rape is a power struggle, most people would agree on that, however, even rape needs to have some boundaries some humanity, yet, there are men, or groups of men, who take advantage of being stronger, and use her like a vessel an orifice, till she is limp and bleeding or dead. How is this possible? Although canon law stated around 11th c. a woman was always ready for sex as she has no visible means of sexuality... Do we still in the 21st c. hold this biased view? How does a human being lose control to this degree? What is completely incomprehensible is the blase retort "she was asking for it". Fine, even if it's assumed that she "wanted" to have sex, this is NOT sex. No one would ask for this kind of degradation. What happened to society? Maybe it's naive but the difference between animals and humans is will power. Therefore men should take their cocks in hand and think before they act. Although women need to be responsible for their well being when the words no, or stop are uttered- why does selective hearing take place? Would men be this "cocky" (sorry for the pun), if women were able to rape men! Yet would women have it in them to be that violent? I do believe in DNA coding and women were always the protectors of the family and homemakers, therefore if a sound mind is applied I do believe its not the case.
Are there no men to stop and think of the consequences of their actions? Are there no regrets? Most likely not, with men still thinking they own women as property, and the simple retort that she was not a socially acceptable person therefore, up for anything. Such simplistic thinking but true.
And now they want to launch a 4th Car Theft Auto, or whatever it's called, as if there isn't enough violence! I see it all day in my four year old class..kids immediately go for the throat, they start young.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Labor Day 2008 Istanbul

Sigh...last year was the first time I came face to face with Istanbul's version of labor day. Unknowingly, naive, I walked into Taksim Square, looking for a man (who later became a friend) to take to my new job, working on the Asian side. As I went up the hill, lo and behold hundreds of police barricades, news reporters , no buses, no metro's. Hmm imagine my surprise, as I chat to a reporter, asking what is going on, he gave me a look of disbelief! It's May day! Be careful, there can be riots, protests, molotov cocktails etc..OK..so, I find Michael very easily as we are the only two idiots to be wandering around the streets with our mouths open, (so to speak) as we continue walking trying to meet up with the chauffeur, we come across tanks! and people walking trying to get to work.
Well, that was one year ago, and yes there were protests and riots. This year the government who is trying to portray itself as very pro-European Union, democratic, pro-human rights,etc.. Labels the working class (in a sense no direct translation)as nothing but "lower classes, who are they to dictate what we will do". They wanted to meet in Taksim Square, however instead of finding a way to come to terms with the unions, his government, the mayor etc, restricted any protests, changed the name of the day and said if any one decides to demonstrate they will use force. And that is exactly what they have done! IF this was any country during the communist era I could understand this type of action however this is not! They have barrackaded the building where one group of workers were supposed to start their walk,(about 600 people) and if any happen to leave the building they are pelted with tear gas, water and paint..there are hundreds of police walking around in groups a show of force!. Taksim Square is completely cut off from any kind of transport and people- literally a bird cannot fly through there. It is surrounded by police which have been brought from around Turkey, of course with sharpshooters standing by on rooftops! This is a main touristic area, with hotels and restaurants, poor tourists! Don't misunderstand me, this is NOT a terrorist organization just workers old and young who wanted to celebrate this holiday, ok, sometimes there are small groups of other organizations who protest as well, but usually they are small enough to contain. However this is a show of power and brute force! the police are pelting people whether or not, they are protestors, they have even entered some of the hospitals, which of course baffled some of the doctors inside.
It's sad and unbelievable, I couldn't go to work today, because of the closure of the roads and transport, as well as the fact that my parents would have worried about me, but I must say we got off easy last year with Micheal, this year I wouldn't be so sure.
These actions will have repercussions, no one has the right to be treated this way, these are your workers, your people, not terrorists! Bully tactics never work. However, this is another fine example of this goverments tactics, they only do what is best for them...sigh..."What is to be done"? as the title of Chernyshevsky's 19th Century novel asks...

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

hello world, remember me,

So, it's been two almost two years since I've been in Istanbul AND I must admit it went by quite fast, and although I sometimes feel like I've not accomplished much, I think I have...broadened my horizons quite a bit...
I've become much more cynical with goverments and life in general however and globalization has a lot to answer for. Idealistic people try to protest against goverments working with big corporations or even bigger goverments however to what avail? Istanbul's new goverment has sold off nearly everything they could think of to foreign investors, or family members. Electricity, bus companies, soon Natural gas, with this of course comes increased prices and we are becoming more and more isolated! May 1st is labor day and has been for nearly 200 years all around Europe, yet our goverment has decided to rename that day, and therefore, control all the protests and demonstrations that are sure to be. No, this is not a joke. Although I must admit if it wasn't the country, where I am living now, I would think it was so. Not that the US is much better with Bush heading it, and soon in my opinion will be McCain unfortunately, since the population of the US has a tendency to elect conservative. I will have gained the ability to study, read at my leisure and walk down the street and see some nature, AND despite everything it is stable. I don't feel economically secure in this country, or that the future is heading in the right direction. The new regime has gotten into the foundations of this country and like termites they are very hard to get rid of. I wish I was being pessimistic but I'm afraid we are heading in the same direction as Iran, watch Persepolis the animation! and you will see what I mean. So I'm off on this beautiful day, to teach the little buggers :)

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Brecht...

I agree that some author's have to be read at a certain age..and Brecht is one of them for me. I've had the Threepenny Opera, sitting on my shelf for years, but now I've just decided to read it and it's an amazing parody on capitalism and war. Which seems perfectly suitable to this day and age. I came across this poem, which I will insert -
And now they're off to the war
And they all need cartridges badly
and of course there are plenty of nice kind people
Who'll find them the cartridges gladly
'No ammunition,no war!
'Leave that to us, my sons!
You go to the front and fight,
We'll make you munitions and guns.'
And they made munitions in piles,
And there wasn't a war to be found
And of course there were plenty of nice kind people
Who conjured one out of the ground,
'Off you go, dear boy, to the front!
For they threaten your native sod
March, for your mothers and sisters,
For your King and for your God!'(Brecht, Penguin Books, 1967)
Does any of this sound familiar??? I find it very very ironic!

Saturday, April 12, 2008

nothing to say..












just a month ago...brrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!

Ephesus and Priene

A weekend trip to Izmir, a night on the bus followed by a day of pouring rain! But still it was a trip well worth the effort. Luckily the next day shined bright and dry on us!



First stop, Selcuk St.John's Church! Some believe that he is buried here in Selcuk there is a tomb.

Baptismal font! Yet just behind it was a tomb with an engraving of a wild beast or gargoyle! Still a bit pagan..
This symbol carved into marble appears once again in an Athenian Temple in Pirene...was it the symbol of Christianity, of a co-mingling of religions?


Ephesus!


A weary traveler, just arriving from a long trip to spend a few days in Ephesus and what does he need the most!!! Well just look closely and maybe you can guess?? A woman, a heart and your left foot...Once we found it I must admit it was very extravagant with rooms, a mosaic tiled dining room, a washroom and just behind the public toilets where all essential business was taken care of!!!
Just for laughs!










The library...sigh..two floors and we consider ourselves civilized today..we could take lessons!










Who needs carpets! Amazed at how much is still intact and the colors!

New site, Priene...look carefully! Can find letters engraved in the rocks! Graffitti? Practice writing? who knows...But these were near the church.









Church ruins..right beside the Athenian Temple, Amazing.


and the floors! Thank you mom! She translated the writing...."good kisses!" Hmm some passing stranger to his new sweetheart or to the goddess Athena will we never know! Now brace yourself!





Columns from an Athenian Temple! Words failed me, and I really felt moved! I


Can you see my head near the last column? Someone really wanted to please Athena..

It could be seen from all over the city, a city which had a remarkable sewage system, covered on the side of the streets, leading all the way down to sea. Beautiful staircases leading to side streets where nobles lived, the floor plans readily viewable. An amphitheatre, a temple for Hygenia (or was that the wife), a gymnasium, a church, a square, market place, Greek writing visible on tablets, seats, tiny but immaculate writing! We spent over two hours just wandering around amazed..





Any ideas what these symbols stand for?? These were also on the temple floor.

Street with sewage system showing.


Sitting in the amphitheatre in the best seat in the house! Arm rests had carvings that fit right in the palm of your hand...luxury! It's good to be a senator! Assume that they sprawled as well!

Surrounding countryside which used to be water.





Fini!

Nostalgia...

Ahh sun!! It's really a beautiful spring day! Before I get to the interesting bit and publish photos of Ephesus and Pirene in Izmir, I've been feeling a bit nostalgic. I finished reading my uncle's book; a memoir of his life in Istanbul during the 1940's and 1950's. I'm grateful to him for writing it as it's a family heirloom of the past. I got to know all the "characters" in the book and some I hand known, and their passing was as difficult for me as it must have been for my uncle. His era was a time of long friendships, from childhood, highschool to old age. He mentions in passing that his generation was one that wasn't interested in "saving the world, they weren't interested in politics" as the 1968-70 generation was. The sixties gave us Capitalisim and Globalization...and a generation which lost their youth...a bit cliche, but it has to be mentioned, since it hasn't really gone back. This morning I was rummaging in an old bookstore off Istiklal, the one's that stink of cats and books which smell of decay...when I came upon a box of old photos. This is a phenomena which is very popular in Turkey, maybe in the rest of the world as well not sure, but they are cast offs of peoples lives in black and white. It is both morbid and interesting, once again a voyeur into other peoples lives. People who have passed away and all that's left is these black and white memories...sometimes I came across letters, love letters telling of hardships and jealousy...as well as sickness and old age...I felt like I an intruder yet it was difficult to stop searching...searching...and wondering what happened to all of them?? Was that woman smiling in her wedding dress really happy...I left with these images imprinted into my mind and a line from my uncle's book,-(translated approximately) Possession of property is all very good, but don't forget where the original owners are now? Basically you can't take it with you..as the english saying goes, so try to make the most of life.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

The weather is as shifty...

as my moods!! Today, we have 20 degree Celsius weather, and I've been given a reprieve, thank you, I have the afternoon off!! So! I'm enjoying it! I've been walking around in shirtsleeves, literally one week ago, we had a snowstorm, which yes I've yet to post pictures! Schools were closed life halted and everything was covered in a blanket of white..but with WIND!!(not like Sweden at all) and today..well, its good to see sun, now if only there was a bit more nature! I read an editorial in IHT and it made my day, enough so, that I cut it out and saved it. It's about a man who when asked "where are you from" has trouble answering, and feels uncomfortable and strange. Having wandered around and never really settled somewhere, he wonders if his friends who have come to some status in life, and lived a normal life, are not better off? Possibly, but then he realizes that each place that he has stayed has left an imprint on him, and he has grown as a person and although he might not be "normal" he's not alone, more and more people are choosing to live like this. In psychology people mention wanting to "fit in" with the norm, well I guess this is what that is. It makes one feel better knowing there are others "like me".
Ok...my philosophy for the day..:)
Istanbul is becoming more and more "Europeanized" if there is such a word! We now have free newspapers "Gaste and 20 mins"! The interesting point to make is that its liberal, and quite good actually, its the same as the one in Sweden. Although it would seem from all the advertisements the city supports 20mins which is less serious and more tabloid based. Surprise surprise, why educate the masses! It's also privatizing everything it can get its hands on, lastly being the public transport! The hype is that they will be more modernized, ahh but no mention of a price hike which is sure to come! Thats just a small detail...compared to comfortable seating!
Oh and yes, I'm still teaching, and although I dislike it, it allows me to travel, and thanks to Anne I've seen quite a bit this year, and I'd like to move in the summer, France? Spain? Portugal? Iceland ?(laughing might find Rak or Heimir??)hmm ...so maybe its worth putting up with the little buggers for another year???? It's a struggle between intellectual deteriorization and love of traveling (as well as a few other important reasons!!)...a bit of laziness is involved as well, if I'm honest...
Ahh well, la vie est plus belle maintenant...

Saturday, February 23, 2008

purple haze...

Started off as a lark but then it felt right.. laughing!was sure it would grab your attention! Catch the comment in french by my esteemed neighbor? sigh it was like a dream...

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

More on the way

Hej!

short videos of switzerland and a new post on snow in istanbul to come soon!
thanks for the patience as you can see it's a bit on the loquacious side!

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Switzerland from lake to lake



Planning this trip with Anne took a long, long time, as it turned out to be during the ski holidays in Switzerland, working in musty cafe's with great pastry but still, windy tea gardens,(firuzaga cay bahcesi) add to that a huge dose of patience for those of us( me) who are slower at planning things then others..yet still manage to find some interesting places to stay the night-like a quick trip to Austria, which turned out...wait and see. The idea for the trip started with Anne commenting that it would be good to see Geneva before she takes her class there in May. Well it took off from there, I'm always willing to travel, and Switzerland with mountains and snow, seemed ideal. Besides which, I'd heard from Shane, as well how beautiful, but expensive (;0) it was. I love traveling by train and we found the panaromic train lines as well as Swiss flexi passes which allow for a certain number of days travel within a month,which were surprising affordable.(however a note of warning the web page is not so clear about a few important points, and it is best to get the booklet!) It stated free travel within the city buses and metro, but its very difficult to prove that and half price the days you aren't using your voucher, but it was only between the first and last day of your travel dates, so if you use them back to back..ahh well..sorry...however, staying in youth hostels, gives you a free travel card for the days you stay, which worked out great. Luckily I had gotten a Youth Hostel card from England,(which worked for both of us) thanks Shane for the tip, I got it renewed with some difficulty in Austria though!!

Important web links:
http://www.swisstravelsystem.ch/
And our itinerary:
  • 2 days in Geneva SBB local train to Lausanne.
  • 1 day in Lausanne,next day local train to Montreux catch the panoramic train (Golden Pass line)to Interlaken.
  • 2days in Interlaken (traveling to the famous Jungfrau region, and walking around between both lakes, Brienzersee and Thunersee.
  • Next day traveled to by Luzern by Golden Pass to catch the Pre-Alpine Express(Voralpen express in German)to Romanshorn on the shores of Lake Constance, same day traveled by regular train (which was no longer the SBB trains but Rhaitische Bahn ) to Feldkirch,Austria, spent the night there.
  • Moved the next day by Liechtenstein bus line number 36 through Liechtenstein to Brig, in approx.45mins. From Brig, took RBahn to Celerina (located 5mins from St. Moritz).
    Spent the night in Celerina and in the morning went to St.Moritz and took Glacer Express to Zermatt, (approx.7 hours).
  • From Zermatt took the train back to Visp and then to Montreux.
  • Spent 2 nights in Chamby 10min suburb from Montreux center and took the train to Geneva airport from Montreux.

Our adventure begins on arrival in Geneva, which is a big and very organized city. Did I mention that it is also a bicycle city with loads of bicycle lanes, this was true throughout most cities. If anyone has traveled to Germany, then they know how detailed and efficient they are, in all matters from recycling to train times. Yet in this case Switzerland can be considered the anal retentive student in class who pays attention to every minute detail. This can best be demonstrated with this picture below:




Approx.trans. The sly dog can train the master.

Versions of these cartoons can be found all over Switzerland, and they really are put to use. I admit to laughing at the cartoons. After leaving the train station we found the Hi hostel with little difficulty, having seen the sign of the little house and tree. It turns out there are two hostels one Hi and the other City. The hostel was quite big and comfortable, not very esthetic but practical and clean. The prices were reasonable including breakfast and wc in the room. We went out for a walk the first night, and came upon a restaurant right across the train station. Les Brasseurs, which happens to be famous in North of France. It has the appearance of an english pub, with a non smoking room thankfully. But, of course, there was a wide variety of beer, and one table sported a long glass tube filled with beer, approx.5Lt. We had the house beer, which was nice and light for me and of course pork. Warning in advance!!Having been deprived in Istanbul, our menus throughout Switzerland consisted on basically pork and cheese products. We had what is called "flammekueche" a very very thin dough with toppings (like a pizza but better), bacon,ham, mushrooms, cream, raclette cheese, onions, we had two! Mmmm. Okay, after which we discovered Migros and other supermarkets which made life a little more affordable,practical and interesting as well. The bread is excellent, as well as the cheese and jambon. However, the cheese for those who are interested is around 15-20CHF a kilo, bread around 3 CHF,charcuterie around 15-20CHF a kilo as well, ready made salad in packets around 3chf, and Apfelschaft with mineral water which I love, around 1.70 a bottle. Thankfully water was drinkable from the tap and that I like mineral water otherwise like Sweden normal water is more expensive. So onto Geneva. The trams and bus lines are pretty easily manageable and with a free travel pass from the Hostel, very practical. We took a tour of Geneva on foot, by the train station the Basilica of Notre Dame, after seeing the one in Paris not very awe inspiring. A famous geyser which was interesting but for a few minutes.
The old town was very short and had some interesting architecture, some 16-18 th c. buildings mostly turned into restaurants, but the highlight was not the United Nations and its sculpture of a huge Broken Chair, signifying all those poor civilians who live in mine infested territories, but Carouge a little village a few km outside Geneva, it was pictoresque and quaint. It has music festival in the spring. We also visited CERN for Anne's school trip. Not being scientifically inclined I assumed I would be bored, however it was surprisingly interesting. The interactive materials made the information received much more stimulating. The amount of effort that was invested in discovery was both fascinating and frightening. If these scientists in the early 50's could see where all their investigations and discoveries led this world, would they be appalled or consider it a part of the way of the world? I couldn't help searching through all the men scientists for a woman, and lo and behold there was one. She was named Alice and they named the first Electromagnet after her. This was a quite big achievement. (I leave the interpretation up to you, the invention of the magnet, or naming it after the first woman scientist, or even the fact that there was one!) I also found out through an experiment playing a computer game how many atoms and protons etc my body mass has. Uh hum..having added a few kilos, I won't mention any details! We also visted the Botanical Gardens which I am sure in spring would be magnificent. They even had a small zoo..and guess what we saw...Bambi (as even my little buggers call deer)and PEACOCKS!! I never saw them before and they DO make the most horrid sound! Sorry no pictures! However, after two days in Geneva I was ready to move on, they had an interesting neighborhood behind the train station which had a very significant modern architectural appearance. Three architects designed the buildings with no straight lines, in a Gaudi style, but the guidebook says "smurflike cartoon appartments", which they appeared to be. But now...on to Lausanne.

Truly my favorite city in all that we have seen. The guidebook called it Switzerland's San Francisco, only having heard about San Francisco I can only make an assumption, however yes I think it would be. It had a different "air" about it. There was a sense of community and integration between the cultures. The streets were narrow and some crossways built higher then others so, that you have two levels of stores and an elevator to take you down, as well as streets running above and below. Some houses were old from the 16th to 18th century, some were from the 1960's all in a melange of architecture which worked. There was even a long wooden staircase dating from apprx.16th century which connected the higher and the lower markets. Ingenious, especially as this was the pilgrims route for St.Jacques de Compostela. On the hill is a church, which contains a door used until the 18th c.for pilgrims to enter easier,and cross through. Quite a beautiful Gothic church containing interesting sculptures of saints in contrapasto( their bodies are in movement form) which were undergoing a highly technical restoration, whereas Anne was more interested in the new high tech organ! As we had only that afternoon in the city, we found a nice walking map showing the major sites in approx.2hrs. Luckily the weather was nice, and we even got a free concert at one of the churches...and I got a scare. Imagine walking up to the door, about to open it and slowly the door opens...you peer inside only to see a thick curtain and hear someone playing Bach on the organ, but! no ones behind the door! Very high tech, automatically opening door! After we walked around we headed for the youth hostel, which unlike Geneva wasn't in the city, but we decided to walk to the bus stop in Ouchy, a lakeside resort, to catch the bus to the next town. Unfortunately this city is built on hills! and I was still carrying our backpack...and we had bought food as well. Laughing, (now), it's amazing how much room you need, we used every little space available. And Shane remember breakfast at Sundsvall's and how convenient your polar jacket was, well luckily I had mine as well!!!!A nice walk, through beautiful old early 20th c houses, very ornate stone buildings. Once we arrived at the hostel, built near the old Olympic training grounds and the Olympic administration building no less,(a black glass monstrosity) we were in for a shock. A rectangular block building...grey, ahh what is this an old bunker?? But, once inside the rooms, built around a courtyard open to the elements, its minimalist style was sympathetic, grey concrete floors, a wc like the ones in Flogsta, a thick concrete shelf built instead of a headboard (very useful,painted white) and a tv (luckily they had a few french channels to watch), amazing it was like a four star hotel! Ok, the price was more expensive then the other youth hostels, but for one night it was heaven! We took a walk around the lake and the training grounds, they thought of everything the athletes could want, and now its free to the public. There was even a small bar in the hostel, very chic and comfortable, where we had a beer. Unfortunately I didn't get a chance to try Swiss wine! I couldn't find any affordable ones. So, the next day after breakfast we head to Montreux to catch the Golden Pass train to Interlaken.





It was our first panaromic train AND it was filled with geriatrics!!! A 50 year old would be a teenager! Ok there were one or two others beside us, but it was a laugh. However the trip was amazing. The windows go up to the ceiling so the view is breathtaking and airy. Especially after we got on a few normal trains you realize the difference! Interlaken is a must see! Especially for anyone who is a nature lover. Here we stayed in a small hotel, called Falken Hotel. It was reasonable, in the city center which is really a 10 min walk from either bahnhof, its better to walk then take the bus. Interlaken is between two lakes, the Thunersee and the Brienzersee.

Interlaken is a beautiful quiet city, which inspired many famous people including Lord Byron, who stayed here. If you ignore the few modern monstrosities, like a very tall cement building (a hotel) and a restaurant named "Hooters" right across from this view, well then its idyllic. I had a fun time explaining the meaning to Anne, only to come across a nice picture hung on the door!



We accidentally walked all the way to the Brienzersee, we took a walk through the forest behind, and followed a trail led by a "man and his dog" in the snow, it became a bit of a lark to see how far we could follow them-tracks in the snow of someone you don't know, I enjoyed their company and was sad not to find them. Though it was a very big dog, judging by the tracks, we went on without them, making our own tracks to follow. Beautiful, amazing, awe inspiring, silence, crunching of snow underfoot..and the views of the mountains. This was Schynige Platte.



We went higher and higher climbing around little trails, small waterfalls, and we even got our first glimpse of wild deer, ( I did wonder if anything else was around besides deer!) so after a few hours of climbing and following the "wanderweg" signs we found ourselves near Brienz.
view of Lake Brienzer behind.




Other than the view of the lake it has nothing to offer, the bus back to Interlaken ran every hour, and well, we decided to walk back, it took about 40 mins but the wind cut like a knife. So we were quite happy to be back in our little hotel room with a hot shower!

We planned upon going to the top of Jungfrau Mountain, but when we arrived at the train station, the visibility was very low due to fog, and it was quite expensive by train to go to the top. We therefore opted to go to Kleine Scheidegg which has a view of the Eiger Mountain, and is 2061 meters, and JungFrau was 3400 meters. Yet, it was still amazing...


As we started our walk we followed the Eiger Run, the longest sledding trail. It was seperate from the skiers with only the lone hiker or two, so the silence was complete. Once in a while there would be a shreak as a sledder hit a rough patch or a steep hill but otherwise quite peaceful. The mountains were our friends, coming up all around us.



At times we came upon a train line, snaking upwards,(we opted to keep walking to the town of Grindelwald rather than taking the train, we had time, later we realized it was good we started around 9am. (Yes, we had a breakfast at 7:00am and left right after..so not a trip for those who like to sleep!)
At times it felt as if you were on top of the world, and so tiny and insignificant! How could we possibly NOT keep walking!
I understood why people yodeled in order to communicate. Walking through the snow, most of the time following a trail, it feels as if you are the only people left in the world. The birds keep you company, and there were many different varieties, at times the route took you on top of the trees, there barks almost covered in snow.We saw many little varieties of pines trying to grow through the snow, so hardy yet so gentle! The clouds enhanced our imagination, sometimes on the mountain tops, sometimes behind, sometimes covering it entirely!



After approximately 4.5hrs of hiking, sometimes very near the skiers we finally made it to Grindelwald, where we shared a warm apple strudel and hot chocolate, before heading back. Looking at the mountain we had a great feeling of accomplishment and awe, with aching but happy muscles we made the trek back home by train. That night we ate out, I had sausages and plain"rosti", which is made with grated potatoes. Anne had one, which was superbe, made with bacon, ham, creme, onions and cheese..mmmmmmmmm. The last night we walked towards the Thunersee, but before we made it the sun set, and we had a beautiful view..



Next day, trip to Luzern, which I'd suggest visiting though we only had 30 mins before the train left. It looked like an interesting place. We caught the Pre-Alpine Express (Volparen in German) to Romanshorn on the shores of Lake Constance. It was a panaromic train, and we passed through some beautiful landscapes.No pictures, Romanshorn, was surprisingly dull and uninteresting, we had a picnic lunch on the shore, ran into a few more covered Turkish families which I seem to attract like magnets! Off we were on regular trains to Brig, and from there to Feldkirch Austria. It only took 20 mins to cross the border, although we arrived at night, and there was not a soul around, at 8pm...we managed to find our way to the hostel, 15 mins away. We were in for a surprise!!! It looked like something out of Shakespeare!It dates back in the old manuscripts till 1362! We appreciated it better in the light of day. Inside was a complete renovation everything was restored to its old appearance, using a lot wood, oak i imagine. It was very inexpensive compared to Switzerland and I'd recommend it, although breakfast was extra it was very good. This used to be a leper colony in the form of an infirmary, which cared for their "spiritual and secular welfare" , it was also where travelers who couldn't afford regular pensions would stay, and they housed the mentally disabled as well. It continued as a hostel/infirmary 16 to the 18th c where old people who paid into the system could go to retire.So, it was restored to its original purpose in 1985 as a hostel! .



We took a short walking tour and it was a beautiful old city, far more interesting then Romanshorn. There was an old Jesuite college that was attended by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, now a music conservatory. Lots of old churches,interesting frescos on the Rathaus. The importance of religion can be seen and felt throughout Switzerland,and here. An arsenal, powder tower and a mill gate are some of the attractions, as well as a 6 storey gate tower built end 14th c.

Backerei-Vendor a little old Austrian lady, selling the most amazing!!!Marzipan croissants!!in this bakery.
Okay after we boarded the bus, we knew the time of departure, but wanting to be sure, it was the bus, we tried to ask him, and all we received was a very strange look, along with a few grunting noises!! Now, I know the difference between not understanding English, we had a few hand signs and mix of languages, this was just plain "I don't give a f..." so we had a good laugh, and blamed it on the Liechtenstien people. Sidenote:It must be difficult living in a country where most people forget it even exists!! and its rarely mentioned in the history books, except now it seems to be in the news more, some scandal with their banking methods and Germany. Most of the youth we saw, Swiss or Austrian, or Liech.. seemed a bit lost in terms of identity. They all sported the same low baggy pants, piercings, sweatshirts. We passed through some suburbs in Switzerland, where I knew by the look, driving of vehicle, just overall attitude that they were middle eastern or turkish. And god help me, it became a game, to find them,everywhere even in Feldkirch there are Doner Kebap places!!!! In this tiny village there were 2!



So, onto Celerina, it was basically uneventful, we arrived in Celerina, why? Because the train for the Glacier Pass left from St.Moritz, and everything there (affordable) was completely booked months in advance. However this was quite convenient and even better. This was still stylish and the most we paid for a room in the entire trip, in Euro no less! However the hotel was an old Brewery, De Alte Braurei, and yes there was a bar with beer, but we didn't partake. I asked for soup, wanting something warm, and it was awful! Full of salt, and three pieces of tortellini in broth, which I was charged 6CHF for..sigh, that and paying 4CHF for a small bottle of water, was the most pissed off I'd gotten about anything. Normally I didn't mind. But I felt cheated. Also good point to remember, for someone who grew up in New York, and Istanbul, stores and restaurants close early!!! by 7 stores were closed. By 9pm the restaurants as well almost.


So, our trip on the Glacier Express.. and filled again with retirees -a lot of french! and a wonderfully funny old italian couple, carrying, no not a dog, a cat but a parrot!! A big green and red parrot, who spoke a bit and enjoyed a very comfortable traveling case. Good for them!!!







We are now on the Rhatische Bahn, but on a panoramic wagon. Once past Luzern there is a noticeable change in the language, from French to German. Near Celerina, though it was Italian as well. The fresco's on the walls of the houses were in Italian, in Celerina.






Sights from the Glacier Express.


Near Chur the oldest town in Switzerland, 5000 yrs.

Ruins but..amazing on the edge of the mountain.


13th C.castle Ortenstein



Disentis village dominated by Monastery 17th c.

View on Andermatt founded by the Walsers in 12th c. (shane any idea?)

Oberalp pass (2033m), between Andermatt and Brig. The Rhone valley. This area is a must see! (map marked)




Matter Valley between Brig and Zermatt





Jesus...pray for us.


Glacier near Randa before Zermatt-In 1991 some of the rocks fell and destroyed a few houses in the village below!







Back to Montreux, we stayed at Les Charmettes, a guesthouse run by the nun's of St. Vincent de Paul (Anne's school belongs to this congregation). They were very very nice, and it was good to be in a family setting. We spent two nights with them, and got a tour the next of the environs the next day.


Chillon Castle on Lake Geneva, Montreux (Byron's Poem, the Prisoner of Chillon).




after some rain an amazing rainbow-the colors and size was magnificent, but no pot of gold.


What I will do for cheese!!! A cheese factory in Gruyere, lucky for me the sister was fond of cheese as well! We got a tour, and a free sample, 4,500 kg of milk to produce 12 rounds of cheese at 35 kg each!
WOW...very good gruyere by the way
..so our trip ends almost full circle.