During my two nights in Switzerland I stayed in a small town called Isalwald which lies just outside the major tourist town of Interlaken. Both Interlaken and Isalwald are well known for their participation in the extreme sports community. By extreme sports I mean kite surfing, paragliding, bungee jumping, base jumping and the leader of them all skydiving. Sorry to disappoint those who thought this post was going to be a recollection of me hurling myself out of a plane or off the side of some cliff with a kite attached to me
. Although Interlaken boasts the best in extreme sports it also boast outrageous prices for everything from taxis to chocolate. Needless to say I settled for a simple bike ride through the Alps, which for me was much better than jumping from a helicopter with a cord attached to my ankles.The real reason for this post was to recall the strangest experiences I have had thus far on my trip. An experience aptly named My First Asian.
In no way is this post intended to degrade or disparage anyone of the Asian community and I hope it will be taken as humorous rather than foul.
Upon my arrival to my hostel which I previously booked for two nights in a 10 bed mix dorm, I was greeted by a very pretty receptionist who took my information and payment and in turn gave me my room key. After going through the necessary motions I made my way to my room which was on the 3rd floor, room number 14. I entered the room and to my surprise there was two large beds, one on the floor and one suspended above it. Along the foot of both beds there were numbers spaced about 2 feet apart. Numbers 1-5 on the bottom and numbers 6-10 on the top. At this point and time I don't know what to think besides that I'm sharing a bed with 4 other people
. Potentially this could be a wonderful experience if you catch my drift. Although this could also potentially be an absolutel nightmare. So of coarse it ends up being the latter of the two. Not only was I sharing a bed with 4 strangers, I was sharing a room with 9 Asians 4 guys and 5 girls. Ill let you you draw the sleeping arrangements in your head. Now these were not Asians of the ninja variety.They were NOT stealthy and they were certainly NOT quiet. In fact they were the loudest messiest Asians I have ever crossed paths with. They were so loud in fact that my room was surely confused for a Chinese New year celebration. The only thing missing was a man dancing around in a giant dragon costume collecting red envelopes and throwing rolls of firecrackers. The only thing worse was the palate of Ramen noodles they were toting around with them that seemed to take up any remaining space in the room. Don't get me wrong I like Ramen just as much as the next guy, but not when it turns my room in to a bunker of noodles. Just when I thought this "arrangement" couldn't get any worse they made me remove my shoes before entering the room and gave me a pair of travel slippers to wear. Up until this point I was just a little annoyed with Yan Can Cook and his crew running and noodle bar from our room but the slippers were my tipping point. I'm only kidding they didn't make me put on slippers but it would be have been the best ending to the story. Instead they all decided to snore in unison and face me when when they slept, which i found to be really annoying and slightly creepy. I may have been a bit sleep deprived during the second night sleeping in this debauchery and struck one of my bunk mates with a Hongkong Foooey chop but no one was the wiser. I must say that this was the single most interesting bunking experience that I have encountered in my 24 years of life.
I don't want to whine or complain about my time in Switzerland it really was great, but sleeping with 9 Asians wasn't the only issue I had. As if things could not get any worse, I managed to drop my camera in the lake within the first 3 hours of being in Switzerland. So, as you can see I was unable to really capture many photos before I had to subject my camera to a rice bath to suck the moisture from it. All in all Switzerland was beautiful place that allowed me to have some very interesting experiences that will not will not be forgotten
Ahh Switzerland!! The land of Swiss cheese, chocolate, Ricola Cough drops, and the oh so impressive Alps. What a truly magical place to be. Riding the train from Munich to Interlaken was worth the 7 hour train ride for the views alone. I’ve seen the Alps thousands of times in movies and books but seeing them in person was like I had never seen a mountain. I’m talking about peaks that Start at 14,000 feet, and range anywhere from 14-17,000 feet above sea level. Even when it was 90 degrees at the base of the mountain there was still snow on all the surrounding peaks.