On our way through the train station we decided that my backpack, though not overall heavier than Melissa's, was horribly uncomfortable. We found a wheely suitcase that would replace dreaded backpack forever
. Anyway, we got our bikes and walked them down to the lake to start our bike ride. It was quite hazy to start but we biked around the northern? side of the lake. We made it to Copet which made it about a 20 mile bike ride. Go us! As we rode, the sun burnt through much of the haze making it probably the most beautiful bike ride I will ever go on in my life. We ate a 16 franc lasagna in Copet (Switzerland is extremely expensive) and found a cafe on the water for the coffee and some mountain and lake gazing. I took so many photos of the area we were in because it just kept getting better and better. Eventually, we hopped back on our bikes and headed back to Geneva. Melissa and I powerhoused the hills on the way back. Mind you we were riding leisure bikes with baskets on the back and we were cooking down the road. It was an excellent use of 4 hours. By the end of our ride I think it cost me 8 francs for the ride. Not bad. It didn't hurt that when we turned in our bikes sweaty there was a very attractive Swiss guy with a language barrier (MY FAVORITE) helping us out. We decided that the wheely case we saw earlier would become ours and the backpack which had dutifully served Melissa for ten years would see its end in Geneva (thank god, evil backpack). So now I am wheeling through Europe noisily behind Melissa. It kinda looks like I belong on a short bus with my cousin properly backpacking and me blissfully following behind her with a stupid smile on my face. Who cares.
We checked into ours hotel and took naps
. Midnight trains and bike rides wears a girl down. Eventually, we got up and hunted down dinner. We went through a slightly sketch area and practiced our "if you come near me, I will do everything in my power to make you regret being a man" looks. They worked. We ate at a very Swiss restaurant. And we had fondue with mushrooms. But a serving for two would have comfortably fed 17 and after our 6 type of cheese party on the train and then 4lbs of fondue, I think I may have made myself lactose intolerant. The mention of cheese doesn't make me feel great. Doesn't stop me though, it's very good cheese. We had a lovely dinner with yodeling and some very long Swiss horn. Made it back to our hotel and called it a night.
We felt super accomplished and I got to watch Melissa fall deeply in love with Switzerland. It was touching.
Still waiting to find the ONE (country)
The first thing we do in Geneva? Go to Starbucks. Gotta love the free wifi and bathrooms. Our host for the night couldn't have us until Sunday so we had to find a place to stay and hopefully to drop off our stuff. Hotwire.com to the rescue. We ended up in a hotel in the African portion of Geneva. Not the greatest but we only were there to sleep so we checked our bags, changed our clothes in the hottest bathroom I have ever been in and left to find free bikes. I kept seeing this add for free bikes for 4 hours and then you get charged 2 francs for every hour over. What a deal! So we went in search of Genevé Roule and found it on the other side of the train station.