Like a band of cowboys blazing across the horizon...
British kids invaded my hostel's night club. 150 British kids to be exact. They rode into town in teams trying to make it across Europe in a week.
I wanted to hitch a ride. I wanted to join the wave to Italy and Croatia.
I miss the road and the North American mentality to rape this world of fossil fuels.
Oh boy. I set my alarm for 6 am and I set out toward the direction of where I was told to go.
No Dice.
The directions were faulty. I walked to Interlaken Ost train station and looked at the large accomodation board, frantically searching for "Mannor" something.... M-m-m-mannor...
Mannor... Mannor... ah yes there it was, "Mannor Farm"... on the other side of town... at least a 30 minute walk, maybe an hour if my backpack slows me down.
Screw it. I left my Ipod charger at the hostel. I'm not in any position to be handing over $50 Canadian to obtain a new Icharger with European converters.
The two prongs that keep this party going... Almost impossible to find an outlet though...
These European's are so good at conserving energy... And all they have to do is hide their power outlets... Ingenious....
Maybe I'll head to Spain and watch a bull fight. Hemmingway has got me caught on this idea but nobody shares this passion to watch the slaughter of an irate animal. But for the time being I'll soak up the Canadian atmosphere here in Interlaken.
It's the perfect cross between Penticton and Whistler. The water looks delicious. Perfect in it's own brilliance. I want to take a straw, cut up some lime and start drinking right from the rivers and lakes... Like an all you can drink tropical buffet.
Heaven?
Maybe....
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