Early start for us as the turtle trail headed off into the dark streets at 6am, shared only by the garbage collectors and street sweepers to catch our 7am train to Lyon, then change onto a coach to Geneva.
A turtle trail? A family of five Aussie backpackers walking in a line…
The French countryside and villages came to life away from the urban cramp of the old city of Marseilles.
And nuclear power stations next to wind and solar farms made an interesting contrast.
Traveling with dogs is not uncommon, this girl with a pack and extras bigger than herself had two dogs in tow. Remarkably all the dogs seem quiet and well behaved.
After our couple of hours wait at Lyon, we boarded our bus. For some reason the train wasn’t running. Along the freeways we zoomed and climbed up into the alps, popping out of the tunnels into what appears to be thin air, with only the obvious lack of free falling being some reassurance that there was a highway below us.
After dropping our packs at the hostel in Geneva, we set off to explore, with Jacob in the lead. He was in his element, figuring out tram routes and following his ‘pocket guide to Europe’ for ideas of where to go.
We had no idea where he was leading us, but we found the famous water jet on the lake – a big big fountain jet of water going high into the air. And we also the delightful older part of the city with the intriguing narrow alleys and quaint shops.
People here find many interesting ways to get around, whether it is the smartly dressed office worker carrying her jacket and roller blading down the middle of the street, followed by a scooter, push bikes and everything else.
Variations of al fresco dining:
Mini restaurant with two tiny tables on the sloping sidewalk.
To a mall full of diners taking advantage of the long days and pleasant weather.
We like Geneva!