[traveling] at Cornavin Railway Station, the story had begun.


[traveling] this had been an off-the-record story behind my Switzerland trip in April last year. And I’ll decipher the secret now. ๐Ÿ™‚ it was in a beautiful springtime, and Geneva was in a good weather, neither so cold nor so hot. So perfect! I travelled with a friend of mine named Karita. We had planned this long trip months before, picked some common tourist destinations and for sure the most affordable price we could possibly have (spend the less, gain the max). As backpackers we only had small amounts of money. Hehe, we decided to take some risks by spending one out of two nights in Geneva outside. Yes, outside, litteral meaning. We had dinner at 8pm, stayed at the same restaurant to kill the time until 9:30 pm. We moved to the harbor, we walked, we talked, we joked, we laughed, we thought, we took lots of photos, we surfed on the Internet, we danced, we played some hip hop songs, deep inside we were scared within. At 11:30 pm we headed to the central station. Went to a train platform waiting room, our ultimate wish was that we wouldn’t be casted out by police officers. People were back and forth leaving us alone still at the platform. Then, at 1 am in the morning, we knew this would happen. 3 police officers woke us up, gently. They probably felt sorry for us. Haha. We were asked to get out of the train station! (I’m exaggerating) but yes, they showed us the way out and told us, “you can come back at 5 am”. So we were out, just two of us, almost 1:30 am, and in this too early in the morning, the temperature was soooo friendly, around 4 or 5 degree Celcius. We walked through the main street until it poured rain hardly. Such a best companion. So we went back to the gate, and begged to the police officers to stay inside, anywhere, we were raisoning that it was dangerous to stay outside especially we are females. “They reply, it’s safe, it’s Geneva!”. But finally they let us in! ๐Ÿ™‚ we spent the rest of that morning at the underground train station. Left aside the cold air, we slept until 5:30 am. Well, this one too, you know that traveling will not be like a piece of cake. And here I was having my breakfast at McD.. ๐Ÿ™‚


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