Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump
Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump
Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump
The ‘music’ knocks you senseless!
Nearly one million people and almost every one of them has stood on my foot in the past hour.
Sweating bare skin everywhere — apparently the Street Parade in Zürich is just the excuse the girls have been waiting for, to strip down to their undies and to show the world just how fat their backsides and belles really are. 500 people were treated for emergencies; Sun-stroke, alcohol-poisoning or shock at seeing yet another bared colossus.
O.K. — been there, done that, couldn’t be bothered to get the t-shirt and most certainly won’t subject myself to that again!
I let myself be persuaded to go to Zürich on Saturday. We left the car at home — one, because I could not imagine where we could park with one million people converging on Zürich; two, I would be able to drink a beer or two without worrying about my driving license.
The Inter-City that shuttled back and forth between St.Gallen and Zürich looked as if a bomb had hit it. Before boarding, I purchased two beers at CHF 2 each — the same beer suddenly cost CHF 7 at the parade. Roast chicken on a skewer cost CHF 13 — the skewer contained about a third of the meat you’d find on a Kebab at CHF 8. Madness!
A friend asked “You didn’t pay for the train-ride, did you? There were so many people, they gave all the conductors the day off and didn’t check any tickets!” Well yes, actually, I did pay!

One day, somebody will probably be able to explain to me where the fun is in pushing through dense crowds for more than a kilometer to stand behind a fence in an even denser crowd, to be able to see a lorry-load of ravers crawl past in slow motion and to have your ear-drums pulverised in the process.