Partying in Basel
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December 27th, 2008 – by: Sunrise5
In Basel I grabbed my trolley and hauled it up the stairs. I was so nervous that I almost walked to the wrong direction on the gangway.
Downstairs at the service counter hall, my host was already waiting for me but it seemed that he didn't recognized me at first. Well, no wonder, due to the horribly cold temperatures we had there I looked rather like the mascot of Michelin.
Outside the station my host asked me whether I'd like to take the tram or go by foot and see a bit of the city. I had sat the last two hours on my backside, so I preferred to walk.
Unfortunately, the way turned out to much longer than I had supposed. So had to carry my trolley all way long as the handle was too short (a typical business present!) to trail it (Later it should turn out that I only was too stupid to pull out the handle COMPLETELY.) When we finally arrived at my hosts, the trolley seemed to weight a ton, but my ego hadn't allowed me to give it to my host when he had offered it^^
After lunch my host showed me around the city. I was very surprised how much Basel has to offer compared to Karlsruhe, which has almost twice as many inhabitants.
As I had already listened to Swiss radio a bit (which I yet understood) I was convinced that Swiss German would be peanuts for me. Well...I was disabused pretty quickly: When we wanted to pay, the waitress said something like "zoazwonzig". I looked a bit like an idiot at first till I finally pulled out 20 francs without a word. I really wanted to give her a tip, but I had NO IDEA what she had said till we left^^
In the meanwhile, we went to the location the monthly couchsurfing meeting should take place to reserve a table.
In the evening we sat a bit pent-up downstairs in the Baragraph, as we were over ten which seemed to make up more than fitted in that one corner. Finally, at 9 o'clock the upstairs room was opened (which looked like the modern version of an Alpine hut). As they seemed to have turned up the heating not until opening the room, I was really grateful for the plaids lying around.
The evening went on with a lot of beer till only four of us were left, who still had not enough- so we decided to party on in a club called Nordstern.
At the Nordstern I was surprised about the entrance fee: 25 francs - not bad for a location that looked a bit run down. But ok, I was on holidays so I didn't mind.
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