I spent a very pleasant half day in Paris, wandering near the Gare de Lyon train station and reading in the cool shade in the Jardine des Plantes.
The train from Paris to Zurich was uneventful. I was tired when I got to my Zurich hotel, but I perked up when the clerk told me that breakfast the next day included four types of hot chocolate. As you can imagine, I barely slept. When I got down to breakfast, I found that the hot chocolate was powdered, in packets.
Shameful.
The next day my 12 hour itinerary consisted mainly of Austrian Alpine towns I had never heard of. Zurich to Bischshofen to Spittal (by bus because the rail line is out) to Villach. Then finally to Ljubljana. I am embarrassed to admit I never heard of it either until a couple of months ago when a knowledgeable friend recommended I go there instead of Belgrade due to the unstable political situation there.
On one of the legs of the train journey, out of boredom I tested Google translate to eavesdrop on the loud conversation in German from the next row on the train. Because of the train noise and the overlapping voices it missed a lot. Or so I assume:
Driven cool The horny mother You know it’s interesting to you, hello Micha. Yes, if you then even rough enough for me. If you really started getting angry I met you.
One hundred percent delete for What is the roots Sorry for keeping me busy. But before I looked bad no matter. But probably not that often with you, yes, to write all alone. Zucchini Maze When are you there? You’re still yes, but we just have to have a different collection. It’s crazy when you explain it. Today we are overtaking with a car that was just built in Düsseldorf. cake
The horny mother, Dusseldorf. cake, and especially Zucchini Maze are all good band names.
The views out the window were less spectacular, more civilized versions of the Rockies. I was not in the heart of the Alps, but I really don’t have a good sense of my route. I never felt like I got a good picture.
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