Ramada Park Hotel Geneva

... with a French children's rights NGO called Terre des Hommes, one with the Director of the International Peace Bureau, and one that was with a friend and her friend who have started an NGO for street children in Uganda and have done quite a bit of hands on research of Ugandan schools. This week I have three more, one from a child labor specialist at the ILO, one with a graduate professor of children's rights and education, and one ...

... delicious! Accompany it will chilled white wine, dry but not too dry (in Switzerland the Fendant wine is most often served with fondue) and it&#8217;s very convivial. Conversation flows naturally.<br><br>Our conversation was fascinating and varied: the best fondue mixes, the history of Switzerland, and jokes about cantons. Appenzell in the north-east of Switzerland, for example, is home to a smaller people, so joke about them often center in their diminutive ...

... could see the lake off and on as we rode. We left the train at Versoix, and pulled the suitcase a few hundred meters to where the car was parked &#8211; the Vernauds used to live here and know where to park for free. Then we drove a few km north to the shopping center at Chavannes where we stopped for lunch.<br><br>We caught up on the news over lunch and then drove on to the little village of Trélex, above Nyon. The Vernauds have a traditional Swiss farmhouse, part of which they have ...

... in I tried to explain and she said I had to go off and get the right money. In the end I had to go and use the toilet in burger king down the road ha ha and when I got back to Ian he counted the money and said that I had 2 all along I had just counted it wrong OMG!<br><br>The train ride was nice and looked out the window the whole way, had to get a couple of buses ...

From there we went to Geneva to meet up with Conor and Diane. Since we got there so early, Jon and I started touring the city and randomly ran into them, and Conor&#8217;s parents, at the UN building. So we toured the city with them, went to the biggest flee market selling all sorts of random sutff (mostly garbage). WE also ...

... through it on Saturday, and then on Sunday I went for a walk through the forest with my host mom. I returned to the forest for walk/runs nearly every day this week. I am so happy to have found a new place to enjoy right by my house.<br>On Monday we had a small group review and discussion session about everything we have learned so far. On Tuesday we had two briefings at the United Nations, one at the UN High Commissioner for Refugees and ...

... back to the train station and then head to Lausanne and change trains to one going to Veuteaux Chillon - just after Montreaux. The town of Montreaux is the place that has the big annual music festival with all the famous people. It turns out it is the week after next. I am glad we missed that.<br><br>We change trains correctly and count the stops until we are to get off. We walk through the tunnel under the tracks and are immediately greeted with a view of the ...

I was ready early for departure, so while waiting for Hernan and Steph, I stepped onto my balcony with a book and stretched out in the sun like a cat. It was so pleasantly warm and bright enough without it being overbearing... Ahhhhh... I could've stayed there all morning =) It was 16°C in Monaco today - the warmest day on the trip so far! As a farewell gift, the streets of Monaco confused us ...

Today, after the usual breakfast, I decided to do some ´history´ touring and take in the guided tour at the UN Geneva. I took the number 5 bus with Doug, who was on his way to the conference, and got off at the UN stop. There was some sort of demonstration going on involving yellow umbrellas but I didn´t stop to investigate. I had just found out that the main entrance is for bureaucrats - vistors must go 500 metres to the left! I finally found the entrance ...

... shops (with a few very rare exceptions) stay closed on Sunday. After walking for a little more than an hour, I came back to my residence hall, did some reading, and then went to the cafeteria for breakfast. At the cafeteria I met an old Swiss man who eats breakfast there every weekend. He spoke French, a little English, and German. We spoke in German for a while (my German is infinitely better than my French) and I finished my ...