Before we arrived Vinod had ground and fermented rice and urad dal for dosa batter (cause dad is not really into cereal or sandwiches or cold cuts) so the next day I made chutney and dosa for breakfast. Then me and mom cleared out all the accumulated junk in Vinod’s cupboard. Around 11am, we decided to go to the English speaking church in Geneva to attend the 12:15pm English mass. My brother was at work, so we had to take the bus and my ticket taking skills were a bit rusty, so video called my brother and figured out how to operate the ticket vending machine.
Then took a one hour pass, which is 3chf per person and waited for bus 22 which came after twenty minutes or so, apparently my tgf app (it’s an app to check bus timings, which are rather precise, in Geneva) reading skills were also rusty. This is the sunlight drenched bus stop.
Pope John XXIII church, the English speaking church in Geneva. (Church 1, let's count how many churches we've visited on this trip)
We reached church just as mass was getting over and an inevitable argument followed, about how I purposely made the parents late. Vinod then picked us up from church and we went to the nearby Coop for lunch where food is by the plate (there are three sizes of plates and you can select which one you want, and load it up with stuff from the meat section or Asian section or salad section and the rates depend on the plate size and food type).
Needless to say, I enjoyed this colourful lunch.
The next day everything went smoothly, we took the bus on time, and since we weren’t in a hurry, the five minutes walk to church was lovely. Potable water faucets like this are visible all over the city and since it was pretty hot in July, this cold invigorating water felt beautiful.
At some lion mouths the water just flowed and flowed, I have no idea where the water goes… but it did feel wasteful. In my corner of the world, people buy drinking water and to see it just spilling down the street here was rather jarring. I’m sure the water gets recycled somewhere, has to be.
A cute little house on the way to church...
My brother met us after mass and we went to Balexert, a mall.
Ate lunch at Migros, another supermarket chain like Coop. I love the system here of filling up your plate with the kind of food you like, which is mostly potatoes and other vegetables for me.
All our plates...
The next day Nam arrives, and new adventures await us...
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