We Traveled To Geneva!

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. 

 We had to walk outside to load in the back. And unload too. Efficient. But cold. 

We had to walk outside to load in the back. And unload too. Efficient. But cold. 

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. 

 "This seems safe. Let's drop the dumbass Americans here. I'm sure they'll figure it out."

"This seems safe. Let's drop the dumbass Americans here. I'm sure they'll figure it out."

Not Funny

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.

 Moira is on the left. She's in France. I'm taking the pic in Switzerland. 

Moira is on the left. She's in France. I'm taking the pic in Switzerland. 

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.