Everyone wakes up to the sound of the loudest cell alarm I’ve ever heard.
Guy next bunk over is in restroom so alarm is pointless for him. Another guy finds phone and silences it.
I note it’s only 8 and roll over, more rest, everyone does the same.
Sleep for an hour. Listen to others shower, pack loudly, and start the day.
I get a big return on key, everywhere makes you pay a deposit on key.
I use part of deposit on cup of coffee while I stare at map to determine my route to bus station that cuts through old Zürich and river.
It’s a straight walk down a strausse near, the route I took yesterday looks even more dumb.
Walk down Lagerstrasse, not a beer joint on it as far as I can tell.
Now mostly hotels, restaurants and tourist stores. All Swiss store is first thing I note.
Oh there’s a McDonald’s and Subway, still haven’t figured out why anyone eats there when literally next door is a bakery with better, fresh sandwiches.
It’s not 5$ foot longs, now it’s 10€ halfs haha wow!
Walk down narrow, stone streets, big enough for 1 small car, though most streets are people only, not even bikers can ride through.
Stop for sandwich at äss bar, prob means something else here.
Use last of my francs and still have to kick in a euro for egg asswitch.
Rest and eat sammitch in small park while I watch vendors set up by unpacking chairs, tables while others unload small vans with food and other goods.
Walk towards bus stop and encounter US fam, grandma is pushed by teen who gives up as granny doesn’t want to be pushed across street. As soon as her feet hit the sidewalk she is back in her chair demanding a push.
Pass an art museum next to the river, which explains all the small statues along the riverbank and in river nearby.
My bus is here and waiting so I just walk on board, not crowded, so I get window seat with no neighbor.
No Alps that I can see, just more green fields, clock towers and trees.
Begins to rain, I wonder if will keep it up while I’m in town.
I fall asleep for a while and wake up to clear skies and a stop in a small border town.
From the people I see this is a uni town, lots of young adults all around.
We are soon in Strasbourg and are dropped by tourist info center.
I walk by the river and see many people resting so I lie down and watch people pass by.
Decide I need a coffee and charge my phone, the bus has outlets at each seat but mine did not charge and most other seats taken.
Locate place named I Love Coffee, figure English is spoken, which is wrong.
Struggle to get coffee with milk and end up with cappuccino.
Locate seat near outlet and enjoy group of teen girls, volleyball or soccer team, try to order complicated Starbucks like drinks.
Book bus and hostel for next night in Lyon so all good now.
Walk along river taking pics of forts and ped only bridges.
Town is very gothic and a lil French in places, a bit German in others.
See couple rowers in the river, and note how dark the clouds are now and powerful wind, will rain hard soon.
Now full strength winds blow twigs and nuts from trees which pelt me all over.
I search for a close bar, anything with cover that will let me stay awhile.
10 min speed walk and I’m near horse betting bar when it starts pouring rain.
Figure need to stay awhile and wait out rain so order a beer.
Many are staring at horse with carriage race about to start on huge TV.
I watch but do not understand why people love and bet $ on this activity.
Rain has taken away signal so cannot get directions to apt, have to use map and find street names but have address.
Another beer, have to stay dry and all.
Walk in drizzling rain awhile, which stops as I near apt in very residential area.
Call host and I’m a couple blocks off. Very secure check in, coded elevator and locked doors to get in.
He takes me in and makes coffee so I dry out a bit.
I set clothes to dry all over room, it rains hard again against bedroom window.
Host leaves to workout and gives me info so I can get back in.
Haven’t eaten most of the day so I go wander in search of food but this is very residential area, few food options.
It’s late too so most places are closed anyway, but find open doner spot.
Get full sandwich and frites with mayo, can of peach soda.
Cook turns TV from crazy Turkish spy movie to a soccer match.
Again great meal, but on pita like bread, not rolled, many veg.
Everyone that enters say ‘Bonsoire’ and then look at me if I do not say it back. It then hits me, French are default nice but are confused as being mean.
Sort of like, ‘ be nice back to me!’ They take it as being rude if your aren’t nice in return.
I return to apt as it begins to sprinkle and sun is down.
Shower and soon it’s 11, very tired, long semi stressful day so its an early night.
Beer: La Grihète
Song: Black Mountain Mary Lou