Back to Geneva
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Back in Geneva and by myself again, I was in search of a hotel. my search for hostels the day before did not come up with much. I asked the travel desk if they knew of any place that gave crewmember discounts, and they said something about a hotel nash. I decided to walk over there, but took the wrong direction so came back. I asked one of the van drivers if he knew of a place and agreed that the Hotel Nash might. I decided to let him take me there. He circled around and ended up picking up a Swiss Air flight attendant going to the Nash. I was super releaved! I asked him if he spoke English and he lit up. He had left France and gone to high shcool in California and then to college in Southern Utah! We chatted a little and I asked him if he knew if the hotel gave a discount.
I unpacked and chnaged and decided to hit the town. I took the train and then deicded to walk to the UN headquarters. It was a bit of a jaunt, but it was nice out. I walked through a park and kind of got lost, but finally found it. It was really sketchy looking and I didn't want to hang around it to long because it looked like a guarded place you see on tv. So I snapped a horrible photo and headed back. I walked around some of the lake shore and the sites at night and then decided to go this the brewpub I had seen right next to the train station.
Or so the plan was. I ended up getting into a conversation with a guy from Lima, Peru and talking about random things for a few hours. The last train left without me, and I had some more beer. Just before the place closed down the guy asked me if I was gay. It got really awkward. I wasn't sure if he was hitting on me or thought that I was hitting on him. Either way, he left shortly afterwards. I went to the bathroom and left too. I was going to take a taxi, but I figured I would just walk back. It was only a mile or two, and it was Geneva, it couldn't be too rough!
Well, rough or not, I eventually got back to the hotel. It took some knocking to get someone to open the door.
The thing I learned the most was not the terrain or the views. They were amazing and I wouldn't trade them for the world, but the best part of the trip was the people. Everyone on the TMB was super nice and willing to help you out. It was like we were in it together and they wanted to help you along. Whenever you saw the people every day, you got to know them, and would wait to see them at the refuge at night to share memories from the day. As I saw someone else put it on here, it only takes a day to make a new best friend. I really felt that way on the TMB!