There was quite the production in our campground last night, complete with a couple of really drunk guys getting in a shouting match sometime around midnight and we think, ultimately getting kicked out of the campground all together. Either way, since our walls are nylon, we got a late start on bedtime.
Once awake, I did the full scan. Calves: sore. Quads: sore. Glutes: sore. Back: Really sore. Shoulders: stiff as a board. A perfect day to rest. It was slow morning – we ate a late breakfast, Ben took a walk by the lake and did some computer catch up, and I took a nap in the tent. By 11 though, we were ready to head into the city by bus to go to church and see what we could see. We arrived at the bus station at the top of the hill outside our campground just in time to see the bus pull away. Even worse, another wasn’t set to arrive for 90 minutes. We weren’t too excited about walking down the hill again, so we headed up into town to see if we could find an ATM since we were still without any Swiss Francs. We quickly found what we needed and also made another discovery: a bus stop with a bus arriving in two minutes. Sweet!
Arriving in the center of town, we thought we would have to walk across town to get on another bus to the church, but instead found a connecting light rail at the same station. It isn’t very often that we find something to be easier and faster than we planned!
Unfortunately, once we got off the train, we walked the 150 meters that the GPS indicated it would take to arrive at the meeting house but we could see nothing but very tall apartment buildings that were locked to all without a code. A bit confused, we walked around and around for the better part of 30 minutes checking every building in sight, but no luck. Just as we were about to give up on ever finding a church meeting in Europe at all, we spotted a family all in Sunday dress walking toward the train station. I couldn’t get their attention, but we quickly began walking in the direction that they had come from, and sure enough, there it was! We had been looking for a shared space of some kind with a small sign indicating the meetinghouse location, but instead we found a real church with a real steeple and four wards in attendence. As we had read online, an English speaking ward was scheduled to begin in around an hour.
Inside, we were greeted by a small army of Elders and Sister missionaries who invited us to share lunch with them. We felt a little bit silly being fed by the missionaries instead of the other way around, but it was fun to learn about where each of them were from and a bit about their missions. I don’t think we’ve heard so much English spoken in the entire time we’ve been here as we did this afternoon. Sacrament meeting was well attended and we were grateful to actually be able to follow what was going on.
While riding the train out to church, I noticed that on end of the line was CERN. For those of you in the same boat as Bree who had never heard of it, CERN is, from what I understand, the world’s largest and most renowned physics laboratory. It also houses the LHC, or Large Hadron Collider. This instrument is buried 300 feet underground and has a circumference of 27 km, making it the world’s largest partical collider. Knowing little to nothing about the work done there and only that it is a significant site, I decided that if the opportunity presented itself I should see it.
Bree obliged me by getting on the train to the last stop at CERN. We didn’t know if there would be a return train or when, and the laboratory is quite a way out of town. I wasn’t too worried, though. (Bree’s Note: He wasn’t worried, but I was! I didn’t want to get stranded in the middle of nowhere!) When we got there, there was not much was to be seen. A big circular building and several middle aged Indian men (not traveling together) taking pictures in front of this mecca for nerds. Following the crowd, Bree decided to take a few nerd pictures of me. We came up with these gems:
After the 5 or 10 minutes that CERN took (we couldn’t take a tour and the visitor’s center was locked), it was back on the train and back into the city for a wifi stop, and finally back to camp. We arrived back at camp to meet some new cycle tourist neighbors – an Eastern European couple traveling with their 9-month old. We’ve concluded that anyone who can do this with children is really brave! Our other neighbors were yelling at their child who was yelling back, as well as an awesome “real man” strutting around without a shirt on and his car doors open as his techno music fills the entire campground. He was also yelling at his little girl about something stupid as he does a majority of the day long. There are some real winners in this campground. I guess thats part of the territory for a lakeside campground! We can’t wait to get off of the beaten path and get rid of the weekend crowds tomorrow.