Missed my train from Milan to Switzerland yesterday (you can train directly to Zurich or Brig, though my train was to Brig). Carried my 20kg backpack around for 2 hours with the weight of my world on my shoulders, desperately trying to get help. Realized my only option was to wait 5 hours for the next train & reach Switzerland in the dead of the night. Sad.
Met a really interesting girl who’s a political journalist on the train, she’s from Geneva and we got talking. I told her I was planning to stopover in Geneva before I flew out and she offered for me to stay with her in her house. Happy!
Life is wonderfully weird, and God sends snow angels. Looking forward to skiing on the Swiss alps tomorrow.
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