Smacking My Head in SBB Train

I was en route back to Freiburg after a day tumbling around Luzern solo.

In the morning, I found myself at the foot of Mt Pilatus, determined to do a bit of hiking.
I realised that I at least need a map. I was honestly thinking it's like taking a stroll in Adrspach.
Here's the map I got for free from the counter in Kriens.

I skipped the gondola and hiked my way up, further than I intended to.

After a countless 'smell of the Switzerland' and drenched shirts, I broke my fast and took the gondola up.

Basically I did 1026m. Highest hike in my life.

The final gondola ride which goes up almost vertically scares the hell out of me. my thought was just, what have I bring myself into.

I made countless impromptu decisons but to question one, this is the first time.

It's all worth it when I am at the top.

I took the train down and the ferry back into town.

Basically my Golden Trip costed half than the original price. Yay!

I shall be honest here.

The trip taught me a lesson.a pricey one.

That tripping with at least a companion is always much more better than going solo.

My emotion and energy were spent well in this trip.

Last week I was figuring out lemon tree song happily with the girls in the train on our last trip together and suddenly I find myself dreading heading back to Freiburg alone.

 ♪♫♫♫ I wonder how, I wonder when ♫♫♫ ♪

It was the loneliest train ride in summer 2012 and with no one with me to laugh to nothing in particular, I dozed off almost instantly.

It felt like somnolence. I was in twilight zone. one moment I was reasoning that it's really dangerous for a young lady travelling alone to nap on a train. another moment, I was gone.

puck!

the really loud sound woke me up before the impact on my head.

after so many rotations on the atlas, my head finally hit the window. and it hit hard.

At that moment I just want to disappear into my seat.

I catched that the person opposite was gone and there's new face on the seat across mine.

anyway it's for the better. 

the railway has countless of skies fitted.

of various designs and rather antiques.

and I arrived safely into Freiburg.

Sanguine vs Choleric

I had the opportunity to work alongside a choleric. Found myself muted by the intensity of choleric.
Here's a scene

Sanguine : when is your last time going home
Choleric : 2 weeks ago
Sanguine : I'm so jealous. I can only go home once a year
Choleric (ok, this is what i understood, not necessarily what he said word by word) : be reasonable. my home is just next to this country and yours is continents away. end of discussion.

But all are pardonable when he shouted achtung at the corridor. I swear it sounds so cute. so clashing with the choleric personality.