Lunchtime found me lying on a small pebbled beach on the shore of Lac Léman outside the town of Rolle. I am on the road to Lausanne, skirting the northern shore of the lake.
Blue sky, snow-capped mountains; dark clouds; gorgeous blue lake lapping at my feet; white swans (2); floating peacefully….Black cloud rising like a disturbed and angery creature from behind mountains.
[I can foresee a time when with a few swift keystrokes on a computer keyboard you can find all the information in the world using something called a “search engine” – it is not clear, could be Boggle or Boogy or similar. I have stepped into my time machine….
I thought I was at Lake Geneva but most maps have it marked as Lac Léman. This was its original name until the 16th century when it became known as Lake Geneva due to the growing prosperity of the town of Geneva. In the 18th century the French revived the name of Lac Léman and that is how it is now officially known. The lake is one of the largest in Western Europe, with 60 percent (133,62 sq. miles) belonging to France and 40 percent (90.62 sq. miles) belonging to Switzerland.]
The hitch-hiking along the shore was hard work but eventually I reached the youth hostel at Montreux. I played cards with a couple of blokes from Ealing and met Ornella, an Italian student studying French at university. My diary entries for today are too puerile even by my standards and so will not be recorded here. Moving on….
…No clues for tomorrow’s destination, I will be staying in Montreux. If you care to join me, then you know where to find me.
Psychologist on the Move 