We're in friggin' Geneva! BA-BOOM!
We flew in from Belgrade on easyJet late at night on Wednesday. The plane arrived in Geneva, Switzerland sometime after 11:00 PM.
From the Geneva airport, we took a train to the city center and then took two buses towards our hotel.
We're staying in Annemasse, France. It's an outer suburb of Geneva, but keep this in mind: it is in another country.
And the night bus we were riding dropped us off IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. I don't mean "on some random street in a city" nowhere or "not a Starbucks in sight" nowhere.
I mean that bus dropped us off in "the corner of two country roads in the pitch black of night next to some farms and a tiny vineyard" nowhere. That's a messed up kind of nowhere.
I thought this was hilarious.
Moira... did not.
But she has TMobile. So we have a cell phone now that we are in the EU (Serbia is not EU yet).
And, despite our rolling suitcase which sounds like a million jackhammers, we managed to walk past a couple of farm houses and reach the bridge leading into France without being screamed at.
Stop for a second. And think about that.
We reached a bridge in a small farming village that operated as THE BORDER BETWEEN TWO COUNTRIES.
I was waiting for border control to hop out from behind a bush and assume that we were refugees. (Moira is pretty tan, and I look shady as hell...)
But it never happened. Thank god.
In Annemasse, France
Geneva was as dead as a big city can be. But the walk to our hotel from that bridge was like trudging through a ghost town.
We walked for two miles. And saw maybe two cars.
Finally, we reached our hotel, a lovely Comfort Suites Inn. We talked to some little French guy at the front desk, got our card, and passed out in our room after a stressful night.
It was a dope experience, though. I had a good time.
Any weird border stories of your own? Let me know in the comments below.