Showing posts with label Lausanne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lausanne. Show all posts

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Switzerlandy

Miles from Home - 5242.7
Firsts / Highlights - Gruyeres, Gruyere & ham sandwich at XXX, a last visit to the Montreux Jazz Festival.
Miles Ridden - Fri – 21.06, Sat - 64.06 miles
Vertical Feet - Fri – 1,685, Sat - 4,828 ft.
Route - View Friday’s Route Here, View Saturday’s Route Here
People - Just me.

This post is from July 10-11, 2009.



Yesterday, I took a short ride back through the steep Lavaux vineyards between Lausanne and Montreux. The vineyards are inspiring, but it was a fairly light day for riding. I have posted a couple of additional pictures of the vineyards, but this post is really about Saturday, July 11.



I waited until my last day of riding in Europe to discover a brand new beautiful area. I had ridden in the direction of Gruyeres twice before, but never gone all the way there. Today, I did. Since I had ridden the farm country leading up to it before, I did not expect it to be as pretty as it was. It is located right at the foot of the Alps.



I discovered along the way that one of the roads I selected for my route is going to be part of the Tour de France a week from tomorrow. You can bet the tour organizers would not include a road in Switzerland unless it was plenty Switzerlandy. Since that’s my word, it can mean whatever I want it to. It had a castle, mountains, green fields. You know, Switzerlandy.



If I had my Lausanne stay to do over again, I would use the train to get up to that area and start a ride from Gruyeres rather than use it as a turnaround point. For future reference, the road that will be on the Tour de France looked very inviting. You can see a little stub on my GPS data where I rode out and turned around. I suspect it lead to a substantial climb. It’s going to have to wait for next time. Watch next Sunday’s stage and find out what I missed.







In the town of Gruyeres, I thought it was appropriate to try a little cheese. I couldn’t buy a pound to carry back on my bike, so I found a place where I could order a sandwich. This was the strangest bar I have ever seen. The town itself is typically quaint Switzerland, but right in the middle is the HR Giger Museum. Giger was the Visual Effects artist for the movie Alien and created the creatures in those movies. Actually, Giger used some of the money he won from his Oscar and bought the Chateau St. Germain in Gruyeres. He now uses it as his museum and bar. He has a scary imagination. Across the road from the museum is the bar that he designed. It was a little like walking onto the set for Alien and ordering a grilled cheese sandwich. A bit surreal - partially mechanical, partially biologic. The pictures don’t really show it very well, but you can tell it isn’t your normal corner bar. The sculpture to the left is called “Birth Machine” and the other must have been one of the prototypes for the Alien creature.



After leaving Gruyeres, I had a surplus of elevation that I had built up from the earlier climbs. That made for an enjoyable ride back to Montreux where I was able to carry some speed, but still enjoy the spectacular day.



I decided to make Montreux my final stop so that I could take one more pass through the festival and get some economical food like this enormous vat of paella.

With about five miles to go on the ride today, I started checking off my European “lasts”. Finished my last water bottle. Descended my last hill. Rounded my last traffic circle. Turned my last pedal stroke. It was over. Given such an invigorating 65-mile ride, I was sad for it to end, but thankful that it ended on a perfect day and a great ride.

I will be leaving tomorrow wanting more. Just as I had hoped.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Coming Home

I mentioned in a previous post that I thought my time in Europe was coming to an end within the next 7-10 days. Jeff Daniels was able to find me a return flight that was a little earlier than I had planned, but I decided to jump on it while it was available. Like Jeff and I discussed, it is better to leave wanting to stay a few days more than to be be here a few days too long.

I will be heading back to New York on July 13 and will stay there until July 17 visiting my mom, sister and neice. After that, I will head back to Colorado for some R&R from my R&R. Once I have a few breaths in my own house, I will decide what comes next on the sabbatical adventure.

I feel a little sad that tomorrow will be my last ride in Euope, but I'm looking forward to deciding what comes next.

What’s in a Name?

Miles from Home - 5242.7
Firsts / Highlights - Saw Geneva
Miles Ridden - 45.93 miles
Vertical Feet - 1,521 ft.
Route - View Today’s Route Here
People - Just me.

This post is from July 9, 2009.



The destination of my ride today was a city called Geneva (in English). It sits on a lake called Lake Geneva (in English). Seems logical. In French, the city is called Geneve. So wouldn’t you think the lake would be called Lac Geneve? No, It’s called Lac Leman. Come on! Someone is just trying to make this difficult.

Consider this. A city in Italy is called Genoa (in English). The Italian spelling is Genova. If you thought the status sign was in English (they sometimes are) and got one letter wrong, you could board a train thinking that you were going to Geneva and get off in Italy. One letter and a language shift would put you in the wrong country.

I had no such problem on my ride today. I made it to Geneve without incident.

The route I selected was unfortunately uninspired. There was very little rural land anywhere along the lake in that direction and the scenery was nothing special except for several views of the lake. I know I am getting spoiled by the great roads I have ridden, but I hope to continue to be spoiled throughout the rest of my stay.



When I arrived in Geneve, I found a lively post-work gathering down by the lake. It was 7:30 pm on a Thursday, so I don’t think it was anything special. My sense is that this goes on every day after work. All of the young professionals were sitting on small lawns having drinks and smoking cigarettes. I wonder what happens on Fridays. A trio of 2 clarinets and an oboe provided improvised music as they roamed the lakefront (I was most interested in photographing the oboe player).



Due to the late hour when I arrived, I took the train back most of the way to Lausanne, then got off and rode the final 6-7 miles.

Jeff Daniels is doing research now to determine when I can get a return flight to the U.S.. I think I am getting close to the time to wrap up this chapter of the adventure. I’ll continue to ride and explore until I know when I need to start working toward an airport. I expect that I will be here another 7 to 10 days. I have to keep reminding myself that 7 to 10 days is usually called a vacation. I still have plenty of time to see new things.

Wine & Cheese Ride

Miles from Home - 5242.7
Firsts / Highlights - First flat tire (in my hotel room), first ride in Switzerland, walked my bike down a 22% grade cobblestone street, rode to tiny ski area Les Paccots.
Miles Ridden - 49 miles
Vertical Feet - 3,800 ft.
Route - Lost by Garmin again.
People - Just me.

This post is from July 8, 2009.



I got back on the bike today for the first time after 11 days off. It felt great, but it was noticeable that I had lost a bit of fitness over that time.

I started the day riding along the shore of Lake Geneva. I actually saw my GPS read 0% grade for a couple of miles. That has not happened much on this trip. The lakeshore was flat, but to my left, an 800-year-old terraced vineyards climbed steeply up a hillside. This wine region is called Lavaux, and is a UNESCO World Heritage site. The monks who built these vineyards did not have a thought of maintaining the vines with mechanized equipment. With such a steep slopes, a lot of labor must go into every bottle of wine.



After a nice warm-up along the lakeshore, I decided to head inland to see what this part of Switzerland looks like. Immediately, the GPS went from 0% to 14% and stayed there for a while. The views quickly got better with each switchback.

At one point during the ride, there was a closed road due to construction and the alternate route took me up the steepest paved road I have ever seen, much less ridden. It was 27% according to the GPS. Not very long, but it was a battle for each pedal stroke. The interesting thing about climbing a hill that steep is that you have to decide whether you can make it before you start. If you get bogged down half way up, you may or may not be able to get your foot down to stop yourself. I now know that I can ride 27% for a little while, but there has to be a limit to what they will pave around here. I also encountered a 22% descent on cobblestones. I lost my nerve on that one and walked down. That was a first.



The first part of the ride was dedicated to winemaking, but once I got away from the lake, I was in cheese country. I headed up in the direction of the town of Gruyeres, but didn’t get that far today. Obviously with that town as a seat, you know the region produces a good amount of cheese. I saw some dairy cows and production plants, but I suspect that if I get deeper into that region tomorrow I will see more.

A funny thing about Gruyere cheese. Swiss Gruyere is a solid cheese, while the same style in France must have holes. What we commonly call “Swiss Cheese” is actually French. I have not seen any type of cheese in Switzerland that has holes.



I ended today’s ride by going over to Montreux to see what the Jazz Festival scene looked like during the day. It was a fun festival atmosphere and the town was beautiful, but not as electric as my first visit at night. I think Montreux is best seen at night during the weeks of Jazz Festival.



I started to ride back to Lausanne along the lake, but some really ominous clouds rolled in. The great thing about riding along the lake is that the rail line also follows the lake. I just went to the next town with a stop and caught a train back to Lausanne before the rain started. That train saved me an hour of bike cleaning when I got back. It was nice of them to place it there for me.

Here is another addition to the WYLTBRTR collection.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Montreux Jazz Festival

Miles from Home - 5,181.1 miles
Firsts / Highlights - Montreux Jazz Festival, saw Stanley Clarke, Marcus Miller & Victor Wooten (S.M.V.), saw Eric Lewis (ELEW), saw Quincy Jones back stage, saw George Duke & Chaka Khan, saw 4:00 am for the first time in a while.
Miles Ridden - 0 miles
Vertical Feet - 0 ft.
Route - No route today
People - Just me.


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This post is from July 6, 2009.



Today started as another long transportation day, but it turned into much more. It only took 2 trains to get from Finale Ligure Italy to Lausanne Switzerland on Lake Geneva. Now that I am traveling with my bike again, having fewer segments was a big benefit.

The first thing I noticed was how much cooler it was here. Lausanne is a little farther north and 1,500 feet higher than the Riviera. That makes a big difference.

There were three reasons I selected Lausanne as my next city to visit. First, Rick Steves recommended it highly. Second, the Montreux Jazz festival, only 20 miles down the lakeshore, was going on from July 3-18. Finally, I wanted to see Lake Geneva, and Lausanne is supposed to be one of the nicest cities on the lake.

I really did not know very much about the Jazz Festival, other than that I had been aware that it existed ever since my days of playing in high school jazz band. I sent an e-mail to my friend Cary Kocher who did some research and found that an exciting concert was going on Monday night (the night I arrived). The trio of Stanley Clarke, Marcus Miller and Victor Wooten (S.M.V.) were scheduled to play. It is always dangerous, and pointless, to use the word “best” about musicians, but all three of these bassists are near the top of most people’s list of favorites. I had no idea how 3 bassists could play together, but the idea was intriguing. I have listened to Stanley Clark since the 70’s and have heard Victor Wooten play with Bela Fleck a couple of times. I did not know Marcus Miller, but Cary said that he was also amazing. Two problems. I did not have tickets and I did not arrive at my hotel (20 miles away) until 7:00 pm.

As soon as I checked in, I took a quick shower and hopped back on a train to Montreux. I didn’t think I had a very good chance of getting into the concert, but I thought the festival would be fun to see. I arrived in Montreux a little before 9:00 and the concert was scheduled to start at 8:30.

I found my way from the train to the Mile Davis Theater venue. A guy approached me with a ticket available before I could get to the box office. He said it was a reserved seat and he wanted 100 francs. I didn’t know if that was good or bad, but the face value on the voucher he was holding was much higher. I told him to wait for a minute while I checked at the box office. I was told that the concert was sold out, but there were a couple of Standing-room-only spots available if I wanted one for 90 francs (those Swiss prices again). He told me that concert had 3 acts and the first one had just started. First up was Eric Lewis (Elew) second was S.M.V. and the late-night show was George Duke with Chaka Khan. The surprising good news was that I had options.

Now I had to decide whether to take the sure thing with the SRO ticket or take a chance with the scalper. I figured that regardless of whether or not it was a good seat, it was worth 10 francs if I didn’t have to stand for 4-5 hours. On the other hand, the home-printed voucher could be a scam, the ticket office might require I.D. to exchange the voucher, I could be arrested for scalping and I had no idea how the venue was arranged and whether I would be able to see the stage from this seat.

The motivation to not stand for 5 hours was strong, and I decided to take a chance with the scalper (although I’m not sure it is appropriate to call someone a scalper when they sell for below face value).

I went to the ATM machine to get some Swiss Francs and handed over his bounty. He took me to the ticket window and handed over the voucher and they put a band on my wrist. The ticket office cut out a portion of the voucher and gave it back to the seller, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time.

The seller ushered me toward the venue where he said, “have fun” and disappeared.

I wondered, “Okay, when is this deal going to blow up?”

I got to the front of the line and was asked if I had a reserve seat ticket. I said, ‘Oui’ (I'm multi-lingual, you know), but then realized that my wristband was generic and had no indication of a seat number. I thought, “Ahh, that didn’t take long, this is when it blows up. Oh well, at least I can get in for SRO and I only wasted 10 francs”.

Rather than give up right away, I went back up to the ticket desk and found the woman who had given me the wristband. She remembered the transaction and started looking through the trashcan for the voucher that had the seat number. She had a couple of urgent looking conversations with co-workers, and then signaled for me to wait a moment. She came around the desk and started leading me back toward the venue. I think she was planning to give verbal approval for me to go in, but when we got back the entrance, the seller was standing there with the voucher that included the seat number. Apparently, it was an honest mistake that he forgot to give it to me.

With the voucher in hand, I entered the venue. Eric Lewis was already performing, so I had to wait until the end of the song in the SRO area. It was a pretty cool auditorium because they were doing Hi-Def recordings of all of the shows and they had large screens on either side of the stage showing live feeds of the 2 fixed and 2 mobile cameras. It gave the visual experience of a DVD concert with the audio of a live show.

The voucher was in French, so I wasn’t sure exactly what it said. I could tell that it was seat #9, but I wasn’t sure what the ‘1’ meant. Was it a section number, level number, or what? It couldn’t be row 1, could it? When the song ended, the usher took me toward my seat. We walked to the front of the auditorium until we got to the front row. I thought, “wow, front row, not bad for a poached ticket. Seat 9 though, I’m sure it must be at a terrible angle”.

Actually, the center seat was #1 and they went up in even numbers to the left and odd numbers to the right. That meant my seat was forth to the right of center and stage was at eye level. Do you remember my definitions of luck vs. fortune? This was clearly a case of luck being on my side.

The rest of the Elew concert was an interesting new exposure. I could best describe him as a “primal” piano player. The band’s instrumentation was piano, drums, electronics and violin. The most distinctive physical characteristic for Eric was that he did not use a piano bench. He played standing, kneeling, crouching, everything but sitting. He was a very powerful player, although highly non-traditional. I really enjoyed it.



The S.M.V. trio came on at about 11:00. The question about how 3 bass players make a band was quickly answered. Very well. The full instrumentation was 3 basses (mostly electric, but Stanley played stand-up at the end), keyboards and drums. Marcus also played bass clarinet on a couple of tunes. They arranged their music with Stanley playing low bass, Marcus in the middle and Victor playing the higher end. They each had a different approach to playing the instrument, but all three were jaw dropping. You rarely hear bass as a lead instrument. You never hear 3 basses together



Stanley Clarke went to the microphone to greet the audience after the first couple of blow-your-hair-back songs. He gave the usual welcoming comments, then asked, “How does it sound out there? Up here, it’s sounding a bit ‘heavy’”. Considering the instrumentation, that got a good laugh.

The entire set was a thrill to watch.

From my seat, I could clearly see the wings on the right side of the stage. About half way through the set, there was a little commotion that took my eyes off the stage for a moment. The reason for the movement was that Quincy Jones had taken a seat to watch the concert from the wings. Apparently, wherever Quincy goes, some serious ass-kissing follows. I saw Chaka Khan and George Duke working him pretty hard, then a parade of other people trying to get a word with him. His presence was never announced, but I could tell that the musicians were aware that he was there. As they left the stage, they lined up behind each other to pay homage to the “Q”. Victor actually bowed as he shook his hand. Apparently Quincy is royalty.

S.M.V. has released an album called “Thunder” recently. If your sound system can handle it, you might want to add it to your collection. As a live concert, the bass was chest thumping. I’m not sure how many home sound systems could create the same effect.

I finally left Montreux at 3:00 am and got back to the hotel at 4:00. It was a late night, but a memorable one.

BTW – Since I have taken all of the pictures on this blog, I have to disclose that these are not my pictures. They were taken by the person sitting to my left with his iPhone and he was kind enough to e-mail them to me. I did not have a camera with me.

 
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