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Last night we had a few beers in Geneva centre, and then had cheese and wine supper back in our room, which had BBC and ITV.
At the first bar we ordered two beers and a plate if chips to share. I was slightly concerned that the only currency I had on me was a note for 200 Swiss Francs (approx. £132). I offered this to the waitress and she didn't bat an eyelid as she dished out our change. Compare this to in England when you flash a £50.
On the way to the bar I saw, parked, my third Lamborghini in as many hours.
In the bar we watched a strange busker. She was about 70 yrs of age, dressed in a pure white tutu, and doing street ballet to the dulcet tones of Brahms Violin Concerto on her ghetto blaster. (Jackie commented that she'd like such good legs when she was that old.)
At 9am this morning we set off to look for cardboard with which to box our bikes. The hotel desk had no suggestions as to where we should look. It's a Sunday. Luckily, the Swiss recycle a lot. Luckier still, the cardboard collection day is tomorrow, (Monday). Ever luckier, someone up the road has just bought some IKEA stuff and Jackie found the discarded boxes in only the 3rd bin she looked in. Sorted.
Bikes boxed, we had a look around Geneva. In particular we looked at the iconic water jet (Jet d'Eau) from as many angles as possible. Five hundred litres (132 gallons) of water per second are jetted to an altitude of 140 metres (459 feet). Getting close to it (one has to walk out on a wet, narrow, cobbled, jetty with no railings and a ten foot drop on either side), one experiences a really strong wind, generated by the power of the water torrent itself. Holding onto the rail, about 20 feet from the source of the jet and looking up is very vertigo-inducing. And you get totally soaked!!
Wandering (still wet) around the city, we jumped on a random tram and jumped off at a random place. We looked around and found that we were next to where the river Rhône arises (from the western point of Lake Geneva). So we'd done it. We'd found the source if one of Europe's Great Rivers. Not quite the Rhine, but hey ho. We could go home now.
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Wolfie Well done! By "my Lamborghini" I assume you mean "someone else's Lamborghini"? I still don't understand the map.