09 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

08/09 Burn, Switzerland

Jim joined the hostel attitude.  He didn’t want to go anywhere, see anything, he just wanted to stick around the hostel and wash his clothes, so I sought out on my own.  I checked out Albert Einstein’s home and then the modern art museum.  “One man’s treasure is another man’s trash”.  I love art but sometimes.  I wandered the market and the local stops searching for Christmas gifts, but ended up buying chocolates to satisfy my taste buds instead.  I ended the long day relaxing along the river’s edge. It was there I met a group of future Olympic kayakers practicing their upstream maneuvers.  Kayaking is such an unappreciated and beautiful sport.  I appreciated the time they spent with me explaining the details of the maneuvers and the objects of their sport.  Well, much like golf, kayaking it not really a sport.  Without challenging a defense, it can only be a game of skill.  All in all this was a beautiful place to relax and reflect.  Jim and I spent the evening over a game of cribbage.

We started the morning with a danish while we waited for the Parliament building to open and spent a good portion of the day hanging around the cathedral waiting for our hometown choir to show.  We were making one last attempt to track down a performance.  Crossing the street fair with one hand on an apple and one eye on the crowd, I did locate them waving at me from a passing bus.  Seeing them perform began to look more like a long shot instead of a possibility.  A walk through the residential areas uncovered how spotless and clean everything was.  It was a little bit unnerving.  Like being in a museum or my grandmother’s living room where nothing should be disturbed.  I still don’t know why and it’s beyond me why we decided to stay one more night.  I didn’t enjoy sleeping on floor mats the first time around and there was nothing preventing us from finding a bed or another place to stay, so I guess I have to blame it on laziness.  I spent the evening staring out at the river over a glass of wine, reminiscing and adding to my journal.  Too many lovers, not enough love, things I’m guilty of.

I’ve wasted time I know, I think, not enough money but enough to drink
I wandered around in search for a smile, to find they only, last awhile

I’ve wasted time, I think, I know, seducing women even though
to meet the one, to me it seems, is just a picture in my dreams

I’ve wasted time, I know, it’s true, so much I plan, I never do
these dreams I know, they never would, turn out the way, I wish they could