The group photo. Thanks to Tania Humair, Ursula Wyss, and Presence Switzerland. |
I had been
in Switzerland slightly more than one month when I took the train early one
Friday morning to Bern. I was excited to see some of Bern, a city I had (much
like Zurich) only ever changed trains in, and simultaneously eager and
apprehensive to meet my fellow ThinkSwiss scholars – as one is in such
situations.
I had no reason
for worry, of course. Everyone present was eager to meet people and I was
wrapped up in conversation in no time.
We all had quite a bit in common: by virtue of being there and having gotten this award, it was clear that we were all excellent students, driven and dedicated to what we were doing, and had to have a certain sense of adventure to want to go to a foreign country. Of course, we also had the commonality of (mostly) being North Americans – relieved to finally hear our own language and dialect spoken, a shared understanding of slang, idioms, pop culture and current events references, and common amusement, bemusement, and wonder at things that were strange to us but that Swiss or Europeans more generally would take for granted.
A group of us on Titlis. |
There was a
further, somewhat unexpected commonality: by far the majority of were
undergrads (the scholarship is open to every level of study from undergrad to
PhD student, so one would expect a slightly more even distribution of levels of
study). Furthermore, most of us (and not just the undergrads) were either just
graduated or graduating in the next year, as I am, and faced with the daunting
prospect of figuring out our next steps and where we wanted our lives and
future careers to lead. Many a conversation over the two days we spent together
revolved around these topics.
I was one of
the last people to arrive, and once everyone had trickled in we set off. Our first
stop was not far from Bern’s main station: the Parliament building. Because
yes, one thing that few foreigners know is that the capital of Switzerland is
not shiny Geneva, the de facto UN/NGO capital, nor party city Zürich, nor
Basel, but quiet, unassuming Bern. (A rather amusing part of the conversation I
had up on Stockhorn with the two older Swiss gentlemen revolved aournd this.
“The capital of Canada is Montreal, right?” Me, laughing: “Noooo.” Them “Is it
Toronto?” Me: “No, but you’re closer. It’s Ottawa.” Them: “Well, do you know
the capital of Switzerland, then?” Me, coolly: “It’s Bern.” Them: “Well, you
have a point on us there!”).
One of the
ideas of the ThinkSwiss program is that we will be ambassadors for research and
higher education in Switzerland after returning to North America. To that end,
we were taken to the parliament building to learn about Swiss government and
relations between the country and our home countries (mostly the US, Canada was
neglected a bit in that presentation!), and about research and higher education
in Switzerland.
I found learning
about the Swiss system of government really fascinating. Particularly
interesting to me is their system of direct democracy, where people vote not
only to pick the government, but actually vote directly on most new laws and
other major decisions. Also interesting is that the country doesn’t directly have
a head of state, but is rather ruled by a council of seven. One of the seven
receives the title of “president” (valid for one year, then it rotates on to
the next person), but this title is primarily a formality. This title is needed for meeting
other heads of state, for instance, but it carries very little added power along
with it; the main "additional" power the president has is the tiebreaking vote if a member of the council
is absent for some decision.
The person
presenting on government also highlighted that Swiss politics are based on compromise
and reaching consensus – likely a necessity for a country with four official
languages, each in a different region and having distinct culture, history,
traditions, and attitudes.
From the
parliament hall, we went for lunch at the nearby Park-Café in the Kleine Schanze, a popular park located
just down the road from both the government buildings and the main station at
the edge of the old town. Then, it was on to a quick tour of Bern’s Old
Town…which also happens to be a UNESCO World Heritage Site. As I’ve mentioned,
I like collecting these sites, so I was pretty thrilled.
The tour was
by trotti, the weird scooter/bike
hybrid the Swiss love. No, seriously, they take these things everywhere, even
on mountain trails (albeit wide and fairly even ones). I was skeptical at
first, but I’ll admit it was an excellent and convenient way to get around the
town. I still prefer my bike, though…
The tour was
fairly quick; our guide was knowledgeable and interesting, with all kinds of
fascinating anecdotes and tidbits of information, but unfortunately I was
already suffering from information overload. When I returned to Bern (something
I vowed that day I’d do before I left Switzerland, and finally managed – in
typical fashion – on my last full day in the country), I was trying to remember
what he’d told us, to no avail. I’d have liked to retain at least a bit, but,
well, you can only learn and remember so much at one time.
The thing
I’m kicking myself more even more is not bringing my camera. It was raining
hard when we started, and so I didn’t want to risk my camera being out; I also
didn’t want to lug my backpack around, so…into storage my camera went. Of
course, as it typical for Switzerland, the rain stopped a few minutes into the
tour. Thankfully, I did get to remedy the lack of pictures
when I returned to the city later, so expect a photo essay on Bern in a few
weeks!
Then it was
on to another train and off to Lucerne. I was feeling quite tired and exhausted
by the time I got off the train, but I could still see that Lucerne is a
beautiful city, old building wrapping around its corner of the lake, mountains
behind in the distance.
We had some free time
before dinner; someone suggested going to see the lion statue. Though I had no
idea what the statue was, I was intrigued and went along. As it turns out, the
statue is a war memorial. It’s also quite impressive, since it actually is the
statue of a lion, hewn into a rock face. The reflecting pool below makes for
great photography, but you have to get past the groups of people first.
First glimpses of Lucerne. You can't see the mountains here, but I promise they're there! |
The famous lion statue. |
We also
visited the city’s famous wooden bridge, the Kapellbrücke. It’s famous for a number of things: the oldest
covered wooden bridge in Europe, the oldest surviving truss bridge in the
world, and its paintings inside the bridge under the roof, a feature not seen on
any other similar bridges. The paintings show scenes from the city’s history,
though I can’t claim I saw much in them.
I loved all the flowers on the bridge! |
The bridge is
a symbol for the city and one of its (and according to Wikipedia, the country’s)
most popular tourist attractions. It’s a fascinating structure, well worth
visiting despite the crowds.
I nearly
fell asleep at dinner (which was at a pretty decent Italian restaurant with
fantastic views, right on the waterfront). I wasn’t the only one, so a small
group of us headed back to the bus station immediately after dinner while the
rest went exploring further. It had gotten dark while we were at dinner and we
admired the light reflecting on the water while I tried to resist the
temptation to get my camera out. Then we realized that a night market had been
set up beside the bus depot. One after another, we decided to put tiredness
aside and go take a look.
The stalls
were part of the very unfortunately
named, um, Blue Balls Music Festival. I can only hope that that name was a
particularly bad case of lost in translation and not deliberate…(Mom, Dad, if you’re
reading these, please don’t google what that means…). Names aside, I did enjoy photographing
the lights at the festival.
The next day
saw us back on a train, this time off to the popular mountain town of Engelberg
and from there by gondola up to Mount Titlis.
Titlis
reminded me a lot of Jungfraujoch: a very tourist-y spot up on a mountain, with
a viewing platform, an ice cave, the ability to go out onto the glacier, the
(arguably) gimmicky activities outside, the mandatory restaurants and souvenir
shop…and, amusingly, another popular tourist destination I knew nothing of
prior to going there.
Personally,
I thought Jungfraujoch was more spectacular, but admittedly Titlis is nothing
to sneeze at. A visit to Titlis also costs less than half of what a trip up to
the Jungfraujoch would (a full-price, round-trip ticket from Zurich to Titlis
is roughly 160 francs; the same ticket to Jungfraujoch is 342 Fr at the time of
writing, with half-fare cards valid for both).
The first
big draw at Titlis is the rotating gondola you take to get up there. It was
enormous, and packed, so you pretty well needed the rotation to see anything at
all. I did appreciate the changing views, but frankly found the gondola more of
a gimmick than anything else. If you were in the middle of the vehicle, you
also wouldn’t see much because of its size; with how packed it was the day we were
there, moving to the outside if you were in the middle was not an option.
Another big
draw of Titlis is the hanging bridge. This one I enjoyed enormously, especially
for its photographic possibilities. Somewhat unfortunately, it was very foggy
the entire day, with only the occasional break in the clouds. I didn’t mind
much, as I had been to Jungfraujoch and really enjoyed shooting in the fog, but
I assume it was disappointing for many of the other people. But, well, that’s
mountains for you; the weather is changeable and unpredictable no matter the
season.
The third
big attraction that’s heavily advertised on Titlis is the Ice Flyer. It’s
chairlift that carries you on a brief ride over part of the glacier. It was
described to us as a very fast lift/ride, but it’s actually quite slow, and
remarkably peaceful.
At the bottom of the lift is the “glacier paradise”, where
you can tube or sled down a prepared hill. The line for tubing was too long, so
we settled for tobogganing. The hill for that was steep and smooth, one of the
fastest I’ve been on, and we all had fun tumbling off the sleds and getting snow
in our clothes.
Thank you to ThinkSwiss and Presence Switzerland for organizing and sponsoring the weekend, and my fellow scholars for stellar conversation and company!
Selfie on the Ice Flyer, thanks Yipeng! |
The view down to the glacier paradise from the Ice Flyer. |
Lunch was Alpenhörnli again, the meal I’d had on Stockhorn
and that Sierra described as “Swiss mac’n’cheese”. After lunch, we took a group
picture, and then...that was it, the program was over, and we were free to go
our separate ways.
I spent a
few more minutes looking around and taking pictures before heading down. I did
have to take a break at the halfway station when I saw how beautifully the fog
was lying over the lake…
Couldn't resist these views on my down from the mountain. |
I met some
of the group back at the train station and we went back to Lucerne together;
from there, we were all heading in different directions. The Spanish-speakers
(two Spaniards and a Puerto Rican) talked me into grabbing a cold beer – back the
Blue Balls festival – with them before heading back to Zurich, and then it was
completely over.
Before the beer, photo by Rebecca. |
This trip, much
as I enjoyed it, was a good reminder of why I tend to avoid group tours and
prefer independent travel. For one, the pace was far too fast for my taste; I
barely saw anything of Bern, though as I mention above I was able to remedy
that later, and didn’t see much of Lucerne either. For another, I’m an
introvert, and being in a group of people for too long drains me. This is in no
way a criticism of the people I met on the trip; on the contrary, meeting my
fellow scholars was the highlight of my weekend. I would, later on, meet up
with two of them, and I suspect I’ve made at least a few lasting friendships
from this trip. However, spending two whole days in a large group the entire
time, moving at a fast and intense pace, was incredibly draining, and I came
out of the weekend exhausted and only wanting my own bed.
I would end up meeting a friend and going to a quiet concert in Baden instead, but, well, that's the topic for another post.
I would end up meeting a friend and going to a quiet concert in Baden instead, but, well, that's the topic for another post.
My favourite view in Lucerne. |
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