The pine-veneer, the white pleather armchairs and the chandelier made out of cheap glass – everything looks rinse able. The owner offers Johnnie Walker Blue Label to a young girl and continues the negotiations in russian.
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.
The best way to explore Zurich is to rent a bike. Actually it´s the cheapest, too. You can borrow Velos [the swiss-german word for bikes] for free.
For a slice of spanish Serrano ham I would do a lot of things. Change my route for example or use the car sharing agency instead of hitchhiking, just to be in time.
I can show my caipirinha skills, arrange the ham & have to wake up very early next morning.
Is it worth it?
Learn bombastic polish phrases, meet an Israeli on festival tour around Germany, survive a thunder storm, meet benign Bavarians, and listen to oriental music with some Bosnian junior gangsters while riding BMW, Porsche Cayenne & VW Touareg.
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?