We are in Geneva, a city of sea, and rose colors. The scenery is incredible here at last I have the pleasure of experiencing the magic of the desert, the impossible suffer greatly. In this land of fishermen speak a Slavic language, not too far from the Serbian-Croatian. Men and women wearing headscarves move only in battered motorbikes, relics of ancient technological Russian occupation. The few shops in town are open 24 hours a day and are the characteristic mint tea for watering delicacies of the desert: cous cous, chicken and lamb, sauteed vegetables and delicious desserts to the plate by several layers of phyllo dough, almonds, drops chocolate and grapes passes. I never get tired of eating their very low tables, sitting on a carpet decorated with birds and gaudy decor. The people we meet seem friendly and we would like to try out a few words of English that we know to start a conversation, but could not find the necessary courage, to speak the indigenous movements and look at us curiously.
This afternoon we will take a couple of camels across the dunes that separate us from neighboring France. An old friend is waiting for us in Grenoble, a charming French village in the fjords. I hope to introduce us to reach our region's natural wonders and delicious dishes of salmon and herring affumincate. Before night we do not forget to visit the museum to admire the archaeological remains People's Viking horned helmets already imagine the enormous and skeletons of elephants of Hannibal. We spend the night in the little igloo of our guests, enjoying the warmth of teak wood burning bursting into fire. Maybe we could stay there longer. Instead the following morning (tomorrow) we will return our land in Switzerland. We have secured an ultra-luxury cabin on a steam ship along the Rhine will lead us kindly fate. oppressive humidity of the tropics.
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