(Part 1: can’t you hear that whistle blowing?)
(Part 2: rise up so early in the morn: north and east)
(Part 3: I spent cities like a handful of change: south)
(Part 4: you’re so ambitious for a juvenile: west)
(Part 5: I walked alone: west again)
4 May 2018
I was still limping the following morning, and my foot had come up in a spectacular bruise across the base of my toes. However, movement was less painful than it had been the day before, and I made it down to the station with only a token amount of wincing and cursing.
No train this time, though. I was taking the OuiBus – a very convenient service, which I’d booked online on John’s recommendation the previous day, and which would take me to Geneva airport. This was a much quicker…
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LIVING THE DREAM 