I arrived in Geneva last night to meet David. It was a night of lessons. He whisked me away on a whirlwind two hour tour where we saw a large fountain and a famous clock. Seeking Swiss cuisine, we stopped in a boulangerie.
Enter French language lesson one: boulangerie means steak house. Neither of us eat cow or pig. We share broth and a salad. We chase with McDonald's (which is astronomical in USD by the way).
Lesson two: do not order shrimp and avocado wraps at McDs as David did.
Disappointed, we headed to sleep in the hostel where we were greeted with a freight train as a roommate.
(Societal) lesson three: If you snore, don't stay at a hostel.
We ditched Geneva this morning and headed to Gruyeres, home of the cheese and the castle. Best known for the cheese. Sidenote, the informational video prelude to the tour of the castle had a higher production value than Avatar. Let's see James Cameron try to pull off a hologram-medieval costume-talking head hybrid.
After visiting the castle and the cheese factory, where the tour was dictated by a potentially menopausal cow with a superiority complex, we headed to a local fondue restaurant. It felt very authentic as Gruyere cheese fondue is quite potent. With a minor wine buzz as a complication of extreme fondue ingestion, we left a great day in Gruyeres behind for adventure in Interlaken.
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