Geneva= good times!

I arrived in Geneva at around 10:30pm and progressed through security and into the street. I walked around the streets for a while to try and get my bearings before finally stumbling across a street that was shown on the map that I had with me. With this newly found information I finally made it to my hostel and checked in for the night. It cost me 58 swiss francs for the first night of accomodation as I had to rent my own little apartment as the dorm was full. The next day though I managed to squeeze into a dorm which was nice. The next day I awoke after a night of discovering that the zone where I was staying in was actually known by the locals as the 'red light district', which explains the whore houses everywhere, and I headed down to Lake Geneva with a baguette/tomato/cheese and salami to have as breakfast. After this scrumptous delight I jumped on the metro and glided smoothly across the tarmac until I was at my destination, the United Nations. I took a 10 swiss franc tour of the United Nations buildings which I personally think was well worth while. You get to see the discussion rooms where the big decisions are made and you get to learn a little about the history of the UN and when it began etc etc. Some people I talked to thought it was lame and a waste of cash, but I think it is a worthy donation. During the rest of the day I ate baguettes and lazily walked the shore of Lake Geneva, which is a beautiful lake. That night I headed into a bar for a beer and got talking to a bar waitress. She was studying in Geneva and working in the bar for extra cash. She informed me that down on the shore there was a huge festival kicking off with free live music and tents celebrating different cultures from around the world. On hearing this I polished off my beer and hit the roads with a new plan in mind....party time. I found the area and was immediately surrounded by people dancing and it was then that I realised that I had walked into the middle of the dance floor (sweet). The dancing began, and it went and went and went until finally my legs felt like they were going to fall off. I grabbed another beer and walked/stumbled back along the shore. On the way I met a Jamaican man playing guitar for cash. I asked if I could play and he said " ya man, I need to sleep, make me some money!". With this he lay down, smoked a joint and went to sleep. I grabbed the guitar and started playing and singing. I did this for half an hour and I made him 5 euro. Sweet. I woke him up and told him the news and he was stoked. He packed up his stuff, hugged me and walked away into the distance. I was stoked too for having played for cash and with a grin on my face I stumbled onwards until finally I made it to the red light district, aka, my home.