Another day, another postcard. Awoke this morning to the crashing sound of a furious rainstorm. This did not bode well for an early arrival in Genève. The guy I walked around with last night wanted to go to La Musée de l'Art Brut, and I really do have an extra day, so I decided to take a chance on making my final ride a nice one, and enjoy the rainstorm by spending it in a museum. Of course things are never as easy as they sound: we arrived at the museum at 9:30, they didn't open until 2 pm. We spent a few hours in a café, drinking coffee, then a few more in a restaurant eating lunch. Fortunately he is a bookworm and we had a lot to talk about.

The museum was almost as good as I remembered it. We both bought posters and then headed to the train station so he could catch a train. I decided to pamper myself and get a hotel room for the night. After all, I deserve it.

Wes Brinsfield used to talk of "perfect moments" achieved while travelling. There were a couple this evening. I sat in a small café in the port of Ouchy eating delicious crepes as the sun was going down. My seat looked out over the lake and the mountains behind with the clouds tickling their bases glowed cheerfully in the final rays. When walking back to the hotel, I came to a spot even better: a small round gazebo stuck out into the water, the waves bounced up off the rocks around its base; some seagulls hovered motionlessly in the wind currents in the foreground. Unfortunately my camera was 15 minutes away. I walked another minute and two rainbows grew up out of the glowing mountains... perfect.

I headed back to the hotel, with my corner room, both windows facing the lake, to monitor the dusk and to savor the moment. Mmm...