More Wild Camping in Switzerland

This is wild camping in Switzerland number 2. As mentioned before, it is not as easy as it looks. This one is set in the Jura, in a village called St Cergue. Although this happened before number 1, it has been accounted for after and so has to be named number 2. Sorry that this is ~~a bit~~ very late, so I’ll just say that it’s to fill in some mysterious gaps in history. Anyway, I’ll get back to the story.
As said in “La suite: La Suisse!”, we took the train from Givrins to St Cergue, and walked for fifteen minutes up a big hill to the camping spot with our bikes, which was very tricky. When we got to the site, it was deserted. If we wanted to go to the toilet or have water or wash the dishes, you had to walk a ten minutes walk down the hill and another fifteen minute walk back up, but, “en revanche”, there was a great view. You could see all the way across Lac Leman (Whom we called Mr Puddle) to Geneva. You could even see Le Mont Blanc!

While we were eating dinner, many other people arrived with two big dogs. We had put up our tent near the forest. During the night, more and more people came, making lots of noise. There was a big variety of nationalities there, including Africans and Russians. They had some bad fireworks that made a lot of noise, boom-boxes, guitars, drums and dogs. Really irritating. There were around thirty people. We later learned that they had come to see a meteor shower, which must have been spectacular. Samuel, Elliot and I played “STAR WARS; The Clone wars”. I was Captain Rex, Samuel was Commander Cody and Elliot was Commander Gree.

When the meteor shower had passed, nearly everyone left the next day, including the African people who spoke English. They had one tiny tent for the three of them, and they were absolutely huge. When they went to bed, they found out that not one of them could fit in the tent. They slept on the table under a shelter all night. The Russians stayed as long a time as us. The Russian boy was the same age as Elliot, and spoke both French and Russian. He was really not nice. He also said many swear words. The girl was one year older than the boy, spoke the same languages as him, was quite nice, and went to a school in Eglantine. We played a bit with them, and then went back to our drawings.

Using the table where the Africans had slept, we had done a lot of drawing and writing in our journals. (Elliot calls his journal a journal-book) We drew a lot of emergency scenes.

On the first night, we had made a camp fire, the first one I had in my life. It was a very good one. On the second night, the Russians decided that their tents were not resistant enough to the rain that was forecasted for that night, so they took the children’s tents to under the shelter where the Africans had slept on the table the night before, to protect them from the rain. In the morning, still in our sleeping bags, we argued about if we should leave or not. In the end, we packed up and left.

This has been More Wild Camping in Switzerland. It may sound easy from this account, but doing it yourself would show the difficulty more! Luckily we have only done “Wild Camping in Switzerland” twice, so there probably won’t be a Wild Camping in Switzerland 3.