I was woken up after my long night of partying at the festival, by the mats being picked up all around me.Apparently check out was 9am. Since it was Sunday and the last day of wrestling and the festival, no one would be staying in the gym another night. So they were kicking everyone out. The two girls (the reason I never say their name is because they are crazy Swiss names and can't pronounce, let alone spell their names) were still there and were slowly getting up aswell. I still don't have a hostel booked anywhere. The girls knew this and offered me a ride back to Luzern, where they both live. One of them knew of a good Hostel close in town that we could check out. How could I refuse this free ride with no worries on a train to catch or search for a hostel. We made the hike through the thousands of cars and I threw my stuff in.....I woke up in Luzern. It was great. lol. They called on the hostel and took me there to check in. I booked 3 nights, thanked the girls for everything and they were on their way. I had a full backpack of laundry to do and finally gave in to paying the reception 10 Franks for a wash and a dry (the Frank to Dollar is pretty much exactly the same). I napped in between cycles until it was time to check in at 4pm. After check in, I took a stroll down the road to see the town. My camera was dead though. It was great to see the beautiful Swiss town though.
I headed back to the Hostel after a bit and met the guy who was staying in my room. He had just been hiking up at Pilatus. He told me it was gorgeous. We then discussed how outrageous prices are here in Switzerland. We were both getting hungry for dinner, so we decided to take a walk into town to the grocery and make some dinner. He just grabbed some beer, while I bought spaghetti supplies. It came to 22 Franks. The noodles were 3 franks alone. The 1 lbs. of meat was 8 franks!! Crazy expensive. I cooked the whole batch that night and had left overs for 3 more meals. I had to put the left overs in 3 separate bowls, because they have nothing bigger here. It fed me for the next day and the following morning after that though. Nothing much more to say about this day, except IT IS GREAT TO BE A SWISS!!
Love,
Kurt
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