Highlights include:
Some sort of traditional swiss parade which culminated in burning a giant snowman in effigy. I don't know why or what it's called, frankly, I don't want to know. Bottom line though, it was a pretty big deal.
Some lunatic swimming 100 yards across the river, which can't possibly be about 40 degrees. This kid is my new hero, or at least he would be if he didn't look like Dave Zub*ricki. I didn't actually see him get in, but noticed him about halfway through, still going strong. He started to struggle at about 3/4 of the way, and for a few moments I started to wonder whether I would survive if I had to go in after him. But he rallied and made it through to his friend waiting with a towel on the other side. Almost no one noticed this happen, but to those of us that did he was like a folk hero.
People were even taking pictures with him. I just shook his hand, told him he was an inspiration, and moved on.
This group of kids hung this ridiculous sign over a billboard. I stood there, taking pictures as they clamored down and tried to walk away casually while loudly congratulating each other. Two of them saw me standing there taking pictures and walked over to me. "What's it supposed to mean?" I asked them in German. They looked at each other and shrugged. I walked on.
Then it started raining and I sat in the train station for an hour before catching the overnight to berlin.
The post parade wreckage.
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