My Chardonnay is favorable, the service pronto and at six in the afternoon the cops show up to check if everything is in order.

I´m sure there´re so much worsen places to wait for your train. Even in Switzerland.

To test the effect of a woman’s bust size on the rate of help offered, 1200 male and female French motorists were tested in a hitchhiking situation. A 20-yr.-old female confederate wore a bra which permitted variation in the size of cup to vary her breast size. She stood by the side of a road frequented by hitchhikers and held out her thumb to catch a ride. Increasing the bra-size of the female-hitchhiker was significantly associated with an increase in number of male drivers, but not female drivers, who stopped to offer a ride.

The campaign Züri rollt shall integrate youths and offers a clean way to get around the city. The bikes are new, there´s a huge system of cycle tracks and as long you´re not leaving the inner city you don´t have to climb hills.

The first day I tried to borrow a bike I had no ID with me. I payed the 20 Fr deposit and showed my press card. The guy at the station searched for the number and my nationality on “my ID card” & of course couldn´t find anything. Quickly I wrote down a random number and got the bike after some stern looks.

I cycled around the river to hang out at the jetty. The sun was shinning, it felt like summer & some guys jumped into the water. But I was right not to trust this retreat. My journey ended up in a thunderstorm with rain, eddy sunshades & grumbling thunder.

You´re  sitting on a electric piano, wearing a white blouse and so much passion in your eyes conducting your kids Vois sur ton chemin. You can´t read the music, turning your head around to cheer boys & girls with looks & props.

Miss music teacher, I catch one of your views, it´s a second too long till you turn your eyes down. I drop down the shades, you´re smiling at me with this choral of angels on your site. There is no other person around. Just you & me, and the back-round choir.

When the music is over, you turn on the light. I´m back on a promenade. Two hours later I´ll see a little wave of orange caps, holding ice cream in front of a coffee shop. You´re there, too, sitting with your parents like all your kids. And you smile when I pass by, Miss music teacher of Winterthur.

I can show my caipirinha skills, arrange the ham & have to wake up very early next morning.

Is it worth it?

Definitively! Yummy…

It takes you just one day or 600 km. And at the end Jonas will pick you up at the train station of Winterthur.

I burgled the open air swimming pool at six in the morning and crashed into a group of drunk teens.  They blustered around, celebrating their holidays. Fisherman sat on the other bank, covert, wafts of mist blurred the vision.

What the hell all this people doing on my lake at six in the morning?

“Campusradio”? is his question.

Yep. We worked together in our university times, about four years ago. We don´t know each other´s name but we remember how to drink beer together.

And we live in a small world.

A nice place to hang around. With births in aviaries, little fountains, a colorful castle. And two cops who don´t mind the spicy melange which is ready to use.

A little exercise to get used to be traveler again: hitchhiking about 100 km on the autobahn.

I start from a gas station and the second person I adressed takes me to the first roadhouse a long my way.

There I meet Florian, a young guy who is hitchhiking since Florence. We have a chat, a coffee & a cigarette. He´s jealous about my small rucksack, because I left things like a tent, sleepingbag & warm clothes at home.  Courageous, I know.

From the Aral station I take a ride with a unionist to the next Autobahn, were I get  caught for three hours. It´s a small restaurant and I did not know that there´s a huge McDonalds about ten kilometers away. Bad luck. But the next ride compensates everything!

Pavel, my trucker, listening to AC/DC, offers me a cold czech beer. If you´re not from the states you know: from czech rep comes the best beer in the world. He makes coffee but his cups look like old teapots. I think he has everything in his truck but no dishwasher.

Thats it! I hope it´ll go on this way.