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.
I love the orange-blue contrasts on this ship!
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!
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.
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.
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.
I decided to take a walk again, today, because it was good weather and a friend of mine wanted to see the landscape near my home. This time, however, I edited them a bit different – here the second amount of photos:
Lately there’s always beautiful winter weather here in Switzerland; the sun shines everyday and it’s not very cold either! It makes me so happy that I’ve even got difficulties to not become one of those Facebook weather ladies and post a status like: “I luvvv suNny winter daySsss!!!! 😀 :D”
Instead I spent my enthusiasm on editing the photos I’ve made yesterday on a trip in the immediate area. Here I present you a few of them:
It’s 00:57 am and I’m still up, annoyed that I didn’t write yesterday. But I am pretty tired (I just can’t sleep) and a quote hasn’t left my mind since sunday: It’s a quote I read on Fidel Hart’s Blog:
“…travel can become a compulsion. It keeps us away from friends and loved ones – even when we’re back. When I’m away, I often yearn for home. When I’m home, I’m listless. I seem no longer to fit. History and literature are filled with characters who see Asia, or Venice, and can never go back to the way they were.” -Anthony Bourdain
I commented, that I don’t travel as much as other people do, but because of moving from Indonesia to Switzerland at a very young age, I sometimes doubt my belonging. Or actually, I sometimes don’t know where to belong. I think, if I left Indonesia when I was a baby, I surely think of Switzerland as my homeland. And if I left Switzerland in my teenager years, Indonesia would be my homeland. It’s just too bad that I left at an age somewhere in the middle between the two options above; it has the effect on me that I’ve spent too little time in Indonesia to have the complete feeling of belonging there; but also have not experienced my whole childhood in Switzerland, so that I missed the little, but somehow important things, that you traditionally do in your country during your childhood. I mean kindergarten is in every country different. And these things connect people; in primary school they would once in a while talk about their kindergarten times and share all these memories and traditions they’ve learned together, while I somehow felt a bit left out.
So during the past day I’ve been wondering, once again, where I truly belong too. There are many people asking me whether I like Switzerland or Indonesia more. I’ve got to say, that’s a tricky question and my answer depends on my mood; after visiting my relatives in Indonesia, I’d definitely say Indonesia; but after recently having some amazing experiences with Swiss friends, I surely say Switzerland. Anyway I don’t think that’s the point to really come to an answer about my musings. The belonging to a country, a state, a nation, does it really depend on how much you like it? I guess that now, that Switzerland has a rather conservative attitude obverse (?) (criminal) foreigners, which doesn’t please a few people I know, they still think of themselves belonging to Switzerland: First, because it just the country in which they were born and second there are of course, other, better sides of Switzerland!
And if I’d compared the traits of my two homelands, I don’t think that I’ll know the answer; because everything has its good and its bad sides.
After a long time thinking (I’m so tired, I’ll might write down all my thoughts some time later for you) I came to the conclusion that maybe I belong to neither of these two nations. Why? I think that with me being dragged from my birthplace at a young age, but still not being long enough in another country, I define the word “home” for me not basing on which country I like more to live in,or in which country I’ve got more friends, or on my actual situation (living in Switzerland) in contrary to my birthplace (Indonesia); no, I simply adjusted my heart on where my family momentarily is, I think. (Or, at least that’s what I think at the moment, this may change tomorrow morning.) I think, that home is where I’m surrounded by my family, because that’s when I feel most at ease, and so home to me could also be Germany, French, Italy or Austria; it doesn’t really matter as long as my family’s around me.
What’s home for you?
And you know it’s now 01:32 am and I’m really, really tired and can’t concentrate. I’m sorry that this post didn’t focus so much on the quote at the beginning, if you expected a spectacular analysis or so. And I’d like to write more, but am plainly tired, maybe I’m writing some part 2 tomorrow (I’ve got ideas referring to the movie Up In The Air).
As for now, goodnight world!