The past week has been mostly spent lying on the beach beside Lake Geneva, eating, sleeping, and doing as little as possible. It’s been an unplanned holiday which I’ve really needed. In-between the doing nothing, I’ve been hanging out at Compagnie Nomades which is currently populated by a bunch of aussies. Felt right at home. All this has led to many evenings on the lake, eating and drinking, mad car trips to Castle Gruyere (yup, the cheese castle) to eat fondue and raclette and drink in the H. R. Giger bar, and long nights on the roof smoking an Egyptian water-pipe.
I’m off to Zurich in a couple of hours, to begin SiWiC, make some dance and see some friends I haven’t seen for too long.