Zurich. The renowned Swiss city. Harbor of banks, restaurants, and many very expensive clothing brands. Yeah, expensive even in the Swiss sense.
Switzerland is a pristine country, known for its beautiful mountain ranges, picturesque lakes, and an overall unbelievably magnificent landscape.
So many people had been recommending the city to me, saying Zurich was the city to visit in Switzerland. I had wanted to do this trip for such a long time, but life kept getting in the way.
I finally made it happen in November of last year. I booked the Flixbus, booked the hotel room. I was happy. Emphasis on was.
I boarded the Flixbus and off we went. I snuggled in, sitting next to a nice Asian lady who, unfortunately for me, hogged the USB ports for charging. To my right, a guy was regularly coughing—the kind of cough where you think he might not make it through the ride.
I chilled regardless and put on one of my favorite shows, Reasonable Doubt. The second season had just come out, and I loved the first one. Michael Ealy and Emayatzy Corinealdi are both draws and very physically beautiful people. Plus, they can actually act.
Season two—no Michael Ealy. But they got the one and only Morris Chestnut. What a man, what an actor. Even more motivation to watch, because I wanted to see what kind of character he would play and how they would introduce him.
What was supposed to be a five-hour trip ended up being an eight-hour ordeal. And the guy was still coughing like he had the Plague.
After eight hours, we finally arrived in Zurich. But it wasn’t what I expected. I kinda didn’t like it. I made my way from the bus station to the nearest tram stop, bought a ticket, and headed toward the tram station closest to my hotel. I checked in. The hotel was Visionapartments Brandschekenstrasse Zurich.
Never again. My room was on the ground floor, right next to a hairdresser, which I didn’t know at the time but soon found out. The room looked fine, but then panic set in—I couldn’t find my wallet. WHERE WAS MY WALLET? I was so sure I had taken it with me, but suddenly horror scenarios flashed before my eyes. Had I left it in the tram? The Flixbus? How would I cross the border back to Germany?
I left the room, looked outside, even checked in front of the hotel. Got back to my room and—you know it—it was there the whole time. Under my bag.
Take two. I made my way to a kebap place, picked out what to eat, and noticed some American tourists struggling with the menu. Since they didn’t know German, I interpreted the menu for them and said a quick goodbye once they ordered. I love these quick interactions and always wonder how people’s lives go on afterward.
Back at the hotel, kebap in hand, all I wanted was a warm shower to revitalize. I went into the bathroom, turned the handle… and nothing. No water, nothing.
I was so sad. For me, that’s the only thing that brings me down after a long day. Great—no shower. I didn’t even know what to do, so I put something comfy on and went to bed.
I turned on the TV and snuggled into my covers…
Lovely trip so far, right? Please leave a comment—has this ever happened to you?
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