I felt a little puny today, which, if you think about it, is pretty funny. I traveled all over Southeast Asia and Africa, eating everything in sight, including raw vegetables washed in the local water, and never got sick.
But two days after I arrive in Switzerland I come down with some sort of gastro-intestinal, flu-like ailment that puts me out of commission for all but the most basic of activities.
I decided to be kind to myself and just stroll down to Lake Zurich. By the time I reached the lake I was beginning to feel better, so I continued around the lake shore. Several miles later I came upon the China Garden and a nice lakefront park, its nicely manicured lawns dotted with intrepid sunbathers braving the cold lake waters and 70ish degree weather. Within minutes after sitting down the wind whipped up, the skies turned black, and it began to pour. Since it was now around 3PM and the weather looked iffy, I decided to take a cruise to the other end of Lake Zurich on one of the big ferries.
We passed the water fountain at the city marina and headed for our first stop, the town of Thawil. Along with the trains, the ferries that ply Lake Zurich are the lifeline of the small towns that are nestled at its shores. Some, like the ferry I was on, carry people from one end of the lake to the other, making stops at various towns along the route.
Others ferry cars and people across the lake to avoid the necessity of driving all the way around. The towns we stopped at were all picture postcard perfect β in each the obligatory church steeple poked its head up over homes and businesses that were terraced up the green hills. I found the towns of Stafa and Wadensvil to be particularly charming:.
