Hear-hear
(A Selection of Thougts About and Deriven From the Public Transportation. Part Two.)
I do miss my Nissan from time to time but in general, I enjoy the clean streets, the quiet trains and the friendly buses of Switzerland. Here another selection of extravagant examples.
Men cannot share their feelings. No 10 Köniz – Bern.
This is a sure belief of this one girl sharing the whole story about her and her significant other having communication problems in all areas of a relationship with the rest of us sitting on the Number Ten bus the other morning. Apparently her friend on the other end of the mobile connection agrees. I don’t think I necessarily do. Despite us females always complaining about that – do we really want them to always share? And I do think the girl makes the distance of merely three bus-stops seem kilometres long.
All men worth trying are either taken or gay. S-Bahn Zürich HB - Zürich Oerlikon.
On my way to the concert last Sunday afternoon in Zurich I naturally bought a ticket before entering the yellow-blue S Bahn. The conductor, an averagely handsome young man approached us and I proudly presented my late purchase. Turned out, I had paid a half a franken too little and BANG! was faced with an 80 franks fine. I naturally focused my blue eyes on him but it wasn’t worth a try. In this case, gay…
The Good Deed She Does. Loeb-Egge - Köniz.
Sabine had brought Saku Beer along from Tallinn, and we met at the Loeb-Egge to go celebrate. Aare was as green as ever and the delicious refreshment accompanied the two charming hours of girl-talk. We climbed back and I waited for the No Ten to come. There was a lady standing right next to the ticket-machine and when a gentleman started to reach for his wallet to buy a ticket, she told him she had one too many and would like him to have it. He gratefully accepted.
And this is the pay?
We entered the bus and he took out his cell phone. Dialed a number. And started to discuss something that seemed at least a life story… It was in a language foreign to us but it was so loud one could physically sense the misery of each and every co-passenger this evening… I glanced at the lady who had given him the ticket. She was concentrating on looking out of the black window.
In general I like public transportation in Switzerland. But even in the pedestrian zone of Berne it may happen that you step into a genuine dog shit. Just as I did last Sunday morning.
I do miss my Nissan from time to time but in general, I enjoy the clean streets, the quiet trains and the friendly buses of Switzerland. Here another selection of extravagant examples.
Men cannot share their feelings. No 10 Köniz – Bern.
This is a sure belief of this one girl sharing the whole story about her and her significant other having communication problems in all areas of a relationship with the rest of us sitting on the Number Ten bus the other morning. Apparently her friend on the other end of the mobile connection agrees. I don’t think I necessarily do. Despite us females always complaining about that – do we really want them to always share? And I do think the girl makes the distance of merely three bus-stops seem kilometres long.
All men worth trying are either taken or gay. S-Bahn Zürich HB - Zürich Oerlikon.
On my way to the concert last Sunday afternoon in Zurich I naturally bought a ticket before entering the yellow-blue S Bahn. The conductor, an averagely handsome young man approached us and I proudly presented my late purchase. Turned out, I had paid a half a franken too little and BANG! was faced with an 80 franks fine. I naturally focused my blue eyes on him but it wasn’t worth a try. In this case, gay…
The Good Deed She Does. Loeb-Egge - Köniz.
Sabine had brought Saku Beer along from Tallinn, and we met at the Loeb-Egge to go celebrate. Aare was as green as ever and the delicious refreshment accompanied the two charming hours of girl-talk. We climbed back and I waited for the No Ten to come. There was a lady standing right next to the ticket-machine and when a gentleman started to reach for his wallet to buy a ticket, she told him she had one too many and would like him to have it. He gratefully accepted.
And this is the pay?
We entered the bus and he took out his cell phone. Dialed a number. And started to discuss something that seemed at least a life story… It was in a language foreign to us but it was so loud one could physically sense the misery of each and every co-passenger this evening… I glanced at the lady who had given him the ticket. She was concentrating on looking out of the black window.
In general I like public transportation in Switzerland. But even in the pedestrian zone of Berne it may happen that you step into a genuine dog shit. Just as I did last Sunday morning.
tinkerblond - 11. Sep, 16:38
