Sunday, August 19, 2012

A lazy trip to Jungfraujoch

Among the places to see in Switzerland, there is this place called Jungfraujoch that holds the record of being the highest train station in Europe, accessible by public transportation. I was tempted to check what all the fuss was about, and also because the weather was starting to be a little too hot down at the sea level. Switzerland has this advantage of having extensive railways all over its small territory, so for a weekend, there is always a place worth visiting without loosing phone network or 3G access.

First off, I had to get to Interlaken, the starting point of all adventure seeking in the area. It is a hub for hikers, paragliders, or families from the Bern area seeking some rest from playing in the lakes of Thun and Brienz. The train runs so close to the water one is tempted to put a hand out and touch the fresh water on a  hot day.

As I left with my backpack on Saturday, I was packed lightly, with a camel bag for water, a change of knickers, a change of t-shirt, 2 warm sweaters and a ski vest for altitude. I didn't forget a hat, sunglasses and sunscreen. However, as I had to change trains in Bern, I realized I forgot a change of pants, and had to wear a pair of leggings only while taking off my hiking shorts for washing (yep, that time...) . I was lucky it was a busy, dark station and I managed to get to Interlaken without dirtying more clothes. I remembered there was a a grocery store in front of the train station, and I grabbed food and the necessary to make my stay comfortable.

After a quick cold shower at the hotel, I played it by ear by checking out the nearest attraction, which was the funicular to Harder Kulm. It was only about 10min ride, but cost 27CHF for a return ticket (I hold a 50% card so that was alright).

Climbing backward, I could see the whole Interlaken and soon the 2 lakes and the snowy mountains in the background. It was thrilling, yet uncomfortable with the heat inside the cabin. At the top though, the view of the 2 lakes, Brienz at the East and Thun on the West of Interlaken was topped byt he view of the creamy snowy mountains that was calling me.
Brienz lake
Interlaken
Thun lake

There was a platform hanging on emptiness in front of a cafe restaurant, and all these landscapes and the height would make me breathless. Unfortunately I forgot to get some water with me, and didn't really want to fork out more money, so I took the ride down the funicular towards Brienz lake, to try to catch a boat tour. However, the boat just left and the next one was 2h later. Instead, I explored the Interlaken Ost station and discovered the lockers area to store my things the next days. 

Then I started walking toward Interlaken West station, passing by the main road in town with the Casino, luxurious brand names, dozens of paragliding booths, and the landing green. I returned along the river that was so tempting I almost jumped in to cool down, but I didn't bring a swimming suit. I then sat down to see the paragliders land against a backdrop of blue sky and eternal snow.


After that, it was time to take an early rest. I enjoyed some NHK music program and some Arirang shows before dozing off.

When the alarm went off at 6am, panic followed disorientation, but then I quickly came to my senses, munching on cereal bars and overthinking on what to bring along, the backpack or just the camera bag. In the end, I left everything in the locker at the station, even the precious camel bag, bring only 2 warm jackets and enough money and a bottle of water. 

The train to Lauterbrunnen was empty when leaving Interlaken, but it filled up along the way. By the time we got to Kleine Scheideg, it was packed, and everyone had to change train, which was a rushed affair on the station platform. There were even trains catered specifically for groups of Asian tourists.  While people watching,  I tried to guess what they were saying, depending if they were Koreans, Japanese or Chinese. 

From Kleine Scheideg, the funicular train stopped twice to viewpoints behind thick glass, showing off the sea of glacier.


Then 50min from the terrace of Kleine Scheidegg station, we arrived on top, around 10am. The battle for viewpoints and discretion started there, as I was trying not to be squashed between groups. The place was very organized in a sense that all the things that can be done at that altitude were clearly signaled and labeled. It was very accessible as well, with lifts and escalators and restrooms. So one only had to follow the flow of people or the signs. It was family friendly, with snow fun park outside (zip lines, snow boards, skiing, luge) and group friendly (group restaurants, huge viewing platforms). Individual tourists like me had to just work on timing to have a picture taken without a group looming in the background. But it was feasible and I spoke to a lot of Japanese people.

 The main attraction for me was the Sphinx, the highest science research observatory in Europe. It was the scene of the main viewing platform, and also still had areas prohibited to the public, although only a weather research centre seemed to remain.

Another cute attraction was the Ice Palace, which was a gallery tunnel of carved in the ice, with sculpted ice illustrating various local elements (although I don't think they had penguins up there!)
Finally, there was an access to the outside of that crowded place, and there were even adventurous hikers climbing slowly to the top of the Eiger. personally I was interested in crossing the Aletsch glacier, but that would be another trip.

 


Altitude and fresh air digging in my stomach, I sat down for lunch at one of the 2 restaurant (one is a self service Indian restaurant) and ordered the commemorative menu. However, being inside, the lack of air started to manifest and my body suddenly was feeling suffocated and dizzy. I struggle with the soup, took off many clothes, and finally finished the 3 course lunch. I was struggling to stay conscious and went outside for air again before queueing for the train to go back.

The trip down could have been the opportunity to explore the area between stations by foot, but the amount of crowd was discouraging. I could not risk to take the later trains, knowing that more climbers would have the same idea. I was already standing in the packed train for the most part of the journey back, even through the detour of Grindelwald. In that sense, i could not explore the beautiful area and lakes around Grindelwald.

I was dripping sweat in my jacket, in a packed train, in the sun at 25C and I was out of water. The camel bag was promptly emptied. I washed off what I could in Interlaken station, and hopped in the Intercity air conditionned train back to Bern. The train was pleasantly empty, but again filled up along Spietz and Thun as people were going home from their playful weekend on the lake or in the mountains.

The area deserves a revisit, as there are so many things to do. Only 3h from Geneva by train, it is very pleasant and colourful in the summer. Until next time then..


Saturday, August 11, 2012

My longest dream in Japanese

Every so often, if I watched several episodes of a jdrama or jmovie, I had a dream where I would speak or here some Japanese expressions or words. Last night however, maybe because I finished a marathon of Hungry and started Legal High, my dream had a full episode in Japanese.

I was staying at a guesthouse, a typical Japanese pension, and preparing for a hike. D. was in my dream  which was a surprise since I've only known her for 2 weeks, and we ended up looking for direction on a map in English. As usual though, we were having a discussion in Japanese, and somehow, like any dream, the setting in my recollection changed.

We were attending class suddenly and the teacher was explaining some situation: a list of events on a timeline based on a paragraph. Then D. interrupted and asked a question about one of the event that got misplaced on the timeline, and I agreed with her. But the teacher ignored her and proceeded with her monologue. So I myself interrupted and naturally formed a correct grammatical sentence, asking a question and insisting the teacher answer and explain.

その ことば まだ って が あります から でんしゃ きません
でしょう
"sono kotoba 'mada' tte arimasu kara, densha kimasen deshou!"
translated into "that word 'not yet' is there so the train has not come, has it?

I insisted and insisted, drawing out more exemple of the usage of まだ...
Then the alarm went off and I went まじで (seriously...)

The brain is such a magical element....

Saturday, August 04, 2012

Being friend and a godmother

I sometimes wonder if I'm not the worst friend: never calling, forgetting birthdays. My only redeeming feature is the obsession of sending my friends a postcard when I travel somewhere far and exotic. Which is the only regular correspondence I get to write these days to give some news to all my friends who are all over the places.

Of course, having friends nearby does not guarantee that we would hang out often, a J. told me in Newcastle. Everyone has their lives, their rhythm and it is difficult to meet up regularly,  Sex in the City style. So once a year I try to be a good friend and pay a visit. This time, I went to be a godmother as well, and meet my soon to be 3 year old godchild again.

He is going to pre-school in September and I racked my brain for something that could be useful but gave up with coloring book and stickers..I was looking for a blouse but all they had was plastic and vinyl blouses, which were very ugly.

I woke up at 5am on Saturday to take a 7:40 train to Aix en Provence to meet them, and M. was shy and pretending to sleep in the car until we got to the farmer's market and shopped for vegetables. S and C were as their usual calm and I really love their couple dynamic. Because the weather was scorching hot and it was high season for tourists on the beach, we waited until 18h to go to the beach and have a picnic.
We took the highway adin 30min we were in La Ciotat. We first headed towards the Figuerolles, which was accessible through a descent along fancy residentce and restaurant, and a view over the geological rock formation that was the local curiosity.


 
We didn't stay long and soon climbed back up to get to the other beach for the picnic. C took a dive in the 27C water, and M was playing at wetting rocks. We dined on chicken, cherry tomatoes, potato chips, grapes and melon. S was on a  day diet without fiber as she was to undergo a digestive endoscopy and other check ups, so she was on a rice and chicken and meringue diet.


We got back home satisfied and tired, took a nice hot shower and slept like a rock until Sunday 7a, when my body clock impulsively woke me up, despite the absence of any sound I could then hear M. babbling to his parents. But I stayed in bed until I felt too hot and th toilet was calling. After a breakfast on freshly baked pain au chocolat, M and I worked on collecting pine balls when his Mom were doing some real gardening. It was my bonding time with the little man, and we did play nice. We checked the swimming pool temperature, which was only 26C, so we waited till the afternoon to play in the pool.

C came back from his regular Sunday mountain bike excursion, we hung the laundry in the blazing sun, we picked (and ate) some late strawberries and tomatoes for lunch, and soon we had to send C to buy meat for the bbq. While C prepared for lunch, S and I tuned her harp that C made for her, and we tried to play some of her old pieces. I even tried to accompany her while she sung her old motets. It was the first time I played the harp, and the first time we attempted to make music together, but it felt great!

Lunch was the scene of some discipline drama for M, who was punished for not obeying. It was the first time I saw S yell and be that angry....After lunch we all had a nap...

After the nap, before M finished his, we took a dip int he pool to get refreshed before everyone would pack for Monday again. 

Sundays are great, really...and I miss them already.