Strange language

30 hours of travelling, but we've finally arrived on the other end of the planet. In Australia it was my thermometer that got me pulled over, in Thailand it was my battery brick. But other than that, everything went by the book. Didn't even really encounter turbulence, and the landings were very smooth (if you ignore the spontaneous appearance of a Linux shutdown prompt, and consequent penguin boot up, neither of which made the entertainment system work any better).

Having made it into Switzerland though, the fun immediately started. Since we arrived early, we had to wait a little for our lift to arrive. Except that we suddenly realised that we didn't actually have their mobile number to tell them where we were waiting for them. Having found them, our lift seems to have been in such a rush to find us, that they completely forgot where they parked. After searching 6 levels, it was found, and then we had to park again because we paid the parking too long ago.

Pretty quickly, things started to become relaxing though. The country roads took us through endless villages and vividly green landscapes. The relatives who picked us up seemed capable of understanding my feeble attempts at the language. And the local bakery had the most important thing of them all: Pretzels!

Seeing my cousins also happened in the only way I knew how, by conning people out of their car and picking them up from school. This started with me sitting down in the passenger seat, I then tried to put it in reverse by smacking my left hand against the door, but at this point I made enough of a plan that I drove in the right side, and didn't indicate with my wipers.

For tomorrow, I've already booked the train tickets to the other half of my family. Lots of rushing around, but it'll be nice to take a train.