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a trip to lucerne, part 2: falling in love with lake lucerne

Sometimes I get really frustrated that there isn’t any sea surrounding Switzerland. Instead all we have are lakes. Lakes and mountains and forests – quite a lot different landscapes in one country if you ask me – but of course it’d be much nicer if we had a sea (Canada for example? They’ve got it all. Lucky Canadians.) with its fresh and salty sea air, the various sea living animals, the possibility to sail away and not seeing land on the other side even before you take off.

But that day, when we ran from the cog railway to the ship station in Alpnachstad, I got really exited. I think I’ve never went shipping on the Lake Lucerne before and therefore I was quite curious.

Let me tell  you that being on this lake, makes you forget all your dreams about a sea (well… almost forget). We went on board of the MS Unterwalden, which is a quite nice ship and stayed the one and a half hour there until we reached Lucerne. And the landscape around the sea? Beautiful. Sadly, the weather always changed from sunny to cloudy so I didn’t get as much nice photos as I intended.

But I also think that in the end the photographing didn’t matter much anymore but just enjoying the ride on our ship. It has something relaxing to it, letting your hair sway in the wind and listening to the sound of the waves and watching the seamen’s work: I felt really free at that moment – free and relaxed and happy and content. Is there anything more I could wish for? No, of course. Right there I decided that this lake would be my favourite Swiss lake ever (and I read in a newspaper that Swiss people mostly visit the Lake Lucerne) and actually, come to think of it, probably my favourite lake in the whole wide world ever.

 On board of the MS Unterwalden.

I love the orange-blue contrasts on this ship!

On the flag: the emblem of the Canton of Nidwalden & Obwalden.

The city of Lucerne seen from our ship…

… and again.

More information on Lake Lucerne here and alternate versions of the shots above will be posted this week on breaking out of the golden cage.
See you soon!

a trip to lucerne, part 1: falling in love with pilatus

Have you ever lived in an other country or just an other region than your original one and then get so accustomed – to its shape, its look and smell and traditions – that you got, after some time, bored by it? You thought you’d seen, heard, smelled, touched everything already?

I did. I got bored with my country. I thought I’d seen, heard, smelled, touched everything already.

Truth is, I didn’t. I haven’t seen, heard, smelled, touched everything already. Truth is, there’s no way that in a region, as small as it may be, you could have ever seen everything. Everyday new things happen, occur, come along and add itself to this very region. Or old things change, turning and twisting into a new shape. I guess, there’s no way that you could have seen everything there is to see in a certain area or even in this whole world. There’s no way you could have seen everything because in this world there is so much undiscovered for each one of us; so much left to see, when we thought we’d already seen everything – so much that no amount of time – except eternity maybe – can give us the time space we need to discover all these wonders.

For many of you this may seem like ancient history; a matter of fact so clear to you that you even forgot it’s something one has probably had to experience first to understand. But not for me: The truth of this epiphany was in fact something I had to realize first.

About a week ago, my mum, me and my sister went on a trip. We had these super convenient day tickets which were valid for whole Switzerland (and which you can get via your municipality) and agreed to spend the day in the region around Lucerne.
The thing is, when we came to Switzerland about 10 years ago we all were very interested in getting to know this country. We travelled quite a lot within Switzerland: we visited the French-speaking part, the Italian-speaking part and even the Rhaeto-Romanic part of Switzerland. We visited a lot of cities, saw almost all places of interests and so on. It never came to my mind that almost is not equal to everything, concerning this topic.
So when we decided to spend the morning on visiting the Pilatus, the local mountain of Lucerne, I didn’t really care much. I’ve never been there before (and my mum was there 17 years ago) but I thought it’d look no different that all the other Swiss mountains I’ve already seen.

Of course, I thought wrong.

It wasn’t a particularly wonderful day, when we went for our trip: it was quite cloudy and I worried that it might even rain. But when we were sitting in the train, we saw a blue sky, and I hoped, that maybe the sun will shine up there. Not that I cared very much – yes, my mum had gushed a lot about the view from up there, on the mountain, but as I said before I thought it’d be like any other Swiss mountain. I just thought it’d be nice if I could get some photos with a blue sky in them. (Yes, that was what was important to me.)

But then standing in Alpnachstad, the station from where we would have a ride with the cog railway up the mountain, I felt excited. I don’t know if this was because of the fresh air surrounding me or because the sky was blue at that moment or just because I somehow knew that it’d be a good day – but I was suddenly in a very cheerful mood and wanted to be up there as fast as possible.

As you have all guessed by now, I, of course, have not been disappointed. My mother was right. I still didn’t know if the fresh air had any influence on me at that moment, but it  everything was beautiful. The view was stunning. Plain stunning and amazing and captivating and fascinating and a lot of other nice adjectives. It was a bit foggy, rather cool, and the sky wasn’t partly that clear any more the higher we went, but somehow the landscape of Pilatus managed to enchant me.
Still have in mind that I thought it’d look like on any other Swiss mountain? Well… yes, partly the landscape looked the same of course. Many cows, very green landscape, big parts of forest, steep, rocky flanks and some of these little cottages… everything known as a Swiss trademark could be found there. (We even saw some farmers up there.)
But on the other side it looked very different too. I remember that I couldn’t describe what it really was that made the Pilatus so special – I still can’t – but there is something. Yes of course the view on the Lake Lucerne and Central Switzerland that could only be seen from this mountain, but also a certain charm that belongs to this mountain and makes you fall in love with it.
Sitting in the cabin of the cog railway and just admiring this beautiful, stunning countryside I realized that, once again, I shouldn’t judge so fast. I was so wrong and big-headed to think I’ve seen this all before – I completely forgot that although I’ve seen much of Switzerland, I haven’t seen everything. And that there really are many mountains, but somehow each one of them is unique in their own way. And that this revelation applies on the rest of the world as well; no matter where I’m going I’ll never be able to see everything in that part of the world. There’ll always be something left to see, something you have yet to discover. And with that in mind, I went silent for the rest of the way up.

Gotta love that one, single tree in front of this “cave”!

Besides the cog railway you could also reach the top by cable railway.

Then we were at the top. I’d like to think that it was quiet up there, very idyllic and such but that would be one big, enormous lie. Of course, there were loads of tourists there (mostly Japanese). But the nice thing was, I was such in a good mood, that they didn’t stop me from enjoying the nice, fresh mountain air and the glorious view. I made quite a few photos up there; I chose the best ones to share with you here: They are all the “rawest” I could find. I didn’t want to edit them so they’d rather look like art; I wanted them to look as “raw” as possible, as true as possible so you’d get to see what I saw in its (hopefully) original way. Here they are:

I love this picture; it’s my favourite one, in fact. I love these flowers – and the fact that they grow in such heights and at the very end of these steep mountain slopes; it reminds me that the fewest things in this world are impossible to reach. There are no boundaries for true beauty.

We were really lucky to see this guy here paragliding around the Pilatus: Above the start and below…

how he flew around the mountain.

Right at the “foot” of this part of the mountain you can see the rails of our cog railway.

When the fog disappeared for a while we even saw a red cable car on its way up! (And in the distance: Lake Lucerne)

Already on our way down: we went the same way back with the cog railway.

I just love these zigzag hiking trails!

Typical Switzerland: Just cows everywhere!

Bye-bye Pilatus and I hope I’ll see you soon again! (I so want to go up there again.)

So that was it for part one. Part two will be posted next week (probably) and will be about the following shipping on the Lake Lucerne. See you soon!

If you’re interested, more on Pilatus, the local mountain of Lucerne here.