Showing posts with label Les Hauts Geneveys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Les Hauts Geneveys. Show all posts

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Your mission...Survive week one.

After the Monday holiday, we reported to work Tuesday morning to sign paperwork and pick up an official copy of Ken's employment contract. With both employment contracts in hand (along with passports, certificate of accommodation from the B&B, marriage certificate, blood donor cards, 4H cards, highest scores from Super Mario Bros, baby footprints, etc...) we headed to the Neuchâtel commune administration building to meet our relocation consultant and register as local workers.

However, the B&B at which we are staying (which, by the way, the relocation consultant had booked for us), while located within the CANTON of Neuchâtel, is not located within the COMMUNE of Neuchâtel. The B&B is in the commune of Les Hauts Geneveys, about 10 minutes up the road. Which meant that we couldn’t register at the Neuchâtel office; we needed to register at the administration office in Les Hauts Geneveys.

Our relocation consultant had scheduled sufficient time to help us register in Neuchâtel, but had a subsequent appointment, so didn’t have time to drive with us to Les Hauts Geneveys to register. With the Les Hauts Geneveys address in hand (to load into our trusty GPS), and Margaret’s French skills, we ventured off to register without our consultant.

We found the tiny administration building in Les Hauts Geneveys. The gentleman behind the counter was very pleasant. M rocked the dialogue in French; everything went very smoothly; and we were applied for registration. We can now officially work in Switzerland! However, we don't get to leave the country until our registration is complete (in about 4 weeks) because our visas were only single entry.

The rest of the work week was mostly getting acclimated: getting our work computers set up (but no phones yet); meeting coworkers and reports; getting trained on some of the systems; starting to read documents; figuring out how to work the copiers and vending machines; etc.

Most nights found us back at the B&B at a relatively reasonable hour to make dinner and entertain ourselves (although K is trying to return to his regular schedule of long hours). Unfortunately, to K’s utter horror, we discovered that Hulu (the wonderful website of free online television) does not work in Switzerland. The website gave some bogus message about not having distribution rights outside the US. Hulu withdrawal was NEVER one of the anticipated changes. Somehow, we managed, helped by the fact that we did find MacGyver in French on the television (of course, K knew the episode plot almost immediately).

We did go out to dinner with coworkers one night for cheese fondue. We made sure to drink white wine to prevent the dreaded cheese plug, which K still refuses to believe in. It was a very nice meal with plenty of good conversation. We also tried to keep our voices down, as we’ve heard that the stereotypical American uses their outside voice even when in a small restaurant. Despite the effort, we think we still came across as loud.

On Friday night, as we were leaving work, we decided to drive up to La Chaux de Fonds to check a restaurant which had been recommended by a coworker; note that reservations are strongly recommended for weekend dining, and we did not have a reservation. When we arrived, the restaurateur was nice enough to offer us a table, if we wanted to be seated at 8pm (it was roughly 6:15 then). K was hungry and unwilling to wait that long to eat, so we drove back to the B&B for dinner.

On the drive back, we stopped for our first gasoline fill-up. Nothing surprising, except there doesn’t seem to be pay at the pump. As credit cards are less-used than in the US, I guess this isn’t very surprising. As gasoline runs about $6USD/gallon, the fuel bill was a bit of a shock. It's like we were driving an SUV. After the somewhat long week of settling in at work, we also tried to stop at a local grocery store to pick-up some weekend/unwinding beer, but the stores close on Friday at 6:30, and it was now 6:37.

On Saturday, we woke up to some serious snow showers, but as stores are closed on Sunday, Saturday is a prime shopping day, so we were not to be deterred. K found a snow shovel outside the B&B, so after 15 minutes of shoveling the snow off of the dirt (which had been mud earlier in the week, but was now frozen pretty firm) drive, we were on our way. Note: it was a light and fluffy snow, else this would have taken much longer, or would have been skipped all together.

On the motorway, the roads were snowy/slushy, so we drove slower than normal. On clear roads, the Swiss are happy to tailgate at high speeds, and this practice was not noticeably diminished by the inclement weather. However, we safely navigated the roads to a local shopping plaza. Items on our list:

1. An enclosed litter box, as the enclosed litter boxes we had in CA are on the boat right now and the litter box we brought with us is open, is a must-have item as our cats enjoy tossing litter (as much and as far as they can). When we had the mess contained in our home’s mudroom in CA, this was not a big deal. Sharing a studio apartment with the cats, where there are no doors to close to separate ourselves, this is a much bigger deal.

2. More cat food and cat litter.

3. Groceries for the humans, including beer.

Success on all three!

The return trip to the B&B from the shopping plaza was marked with more snow/slush and aggressive drivers. We even witnessed one driver slide somewhat gently into another driver that had stopped at an intersection. (Fortunately, it didn't look like there was much damage to either vehicle, and presumably both individuals are covered by at least one of the multitude of insurance policies for which the Swiss have an affinity.) Back at the B&B, we could just barely tell that Ken had shoveled as the snow had fallen enough to recover everything to near the pre-shoveled depth. The rest of Saturday was pretty lazy, as we hunkered down to avoid the snow.

Sunday was still cloudy, but the snow had mostly stopped. In the afternoon, after another round of shoveling (which likely violated the Swiss rule of no work on Sunday), we walked down to the next village, La Jonchére. No particular reason, except it was fairly close. At least getting there seemed fairly close. La Jonchére is downhill from Les Hauts Geneveys.

The walk back was much more strenuous. And we were getting cold. Our Central Valley, Northern CA blood hasn’t had time to thicken up to withstand the rigors of Swiss winter. All in all, it was a pretty day and a nice walk (M thinks K's "nice walk" was a snowy, Swiss death march); good to get out and breathe some fresh, bracing air.


At the end of each week, we'd like to share some lessons that we learned during the week.

This week's lessons:

1) It snows a lot in Switzerland. There is a reason for all the tunnels and covered trenches in Switzerland; they provide driving refuge from the crazy snow.
2) When a Swiss person says they only a speak a little English, they are being modest. When an American person says they only a speak a little French, they are being realistic.
3) First perceptions are that most of the available literature on Swiss culture applies primarily to the Swiss Germans and not the Swiss French, which makes sense since about 60 to 70 percent of Swiss residents speak German and about 20 percent speak French. Considering that most of our interactions at work are not with Swiss but with other European nationals, this perception may change.
4) The Swiss French words for the numbers 70, 80, and 90 are septante, huitante, and nonante, respectively .
5) Cat food is really expensive in Switzerland. The 10 kg bag of Iams cat food is 90 CHF, which would cost us about $32 at Petco in the US.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Le premier weekend / Berne

We had to put Major into a check-able Kennel in Dulles and then check him for the flight to Geneva (he was carry-on from ATL to IAD because that flight didn't allow two checked cats). Checking Minor in ATL was a breeze; Checking Major in IAD was a fiasco. After standing at the ticket counter for about 1 hour, the counter attendant finally had every i dotted, t crossed, and every form counter-signed by two associates, so Ken could carry Major (in his kennel) over to the TSA oversize baggage screening area where Ken removed Major from his kennel so the kennel could be scanned (Airline regulations prohibit removing the pet from the kennel either in the airport or in the airplane at any time; stupid lying airliars). Of course, while Major was out of his kennel, (a) a medium sized dog in a kennel nearby was howling and barking and (b) a large dog NOT in a kennel was standing nearby appearing large (this is NOT a redundant usage of the adjective large); as Major is an indoor-only cat who has only once been within smelling distance of a dog, he was not a happy kitty. Eventually, the kennel was deemed safe, Major was re-kenneled, and taken off to sit with his brother and the rest of the checked luggage. Ken then had the opportunity to pass through Dulles security, before rejoining Margaret. If the layover had been less than 3hours, he wouldn't have made it. 3hours--to check one cat.

The flight from Dulles to Geneva was uneventful, and we arrived in Geneva around 7:30 Saturday morning (GMT +1), or 1:30am in Atlanta. While Margaret waited for the luggage, Ken went in search of a kiosk at which he could exchange currency. He decided to look outside the baggage claim area, which is considered a secure area. Of course, he didn't realize this until after he had exited baggage claim and had no way of re-entering baggage claim. This left Margaret to collect 4 checked bags, 3 carry-on bags, and 2 cat carriers alone. She was able to pile up the bags on a luggage cart and push the contents through the "Nothing To Declare" door at the baggage claim exit with Ken waiting on the other side to steer it through the cordoned off path. After about a half-hour of waiting for the kitties at the oversize baggage conveyor, watching people pick up their skis and snowboard, Margaret greeted the kitties as they arrived via the nearby elevator, escorted by one of the airport staff. The Bolton family had finally arrived in Switzerland.

We picked up our rental car and made our way from Geneva to the guest house in Les Hauts Geneveys. Although Major and Minor were initially shell-shocked, they mellowed enough in the car for a mid-morning nap. When we arrived at the guest house, we found that no one was there, but we were fortunate to have the proprietor drive up a few minutes after we started looking around. The house has three stories with a studio apartment on the bottom level, public space on the middle level, and more bedrooms/bathrooms on the top level. The Southern view over the valley, towards Lake Neuchâtel and the Alps is not too shabby.

We did some grocery shopping Saturday afternoon (as all stores are closed on Sunday, and all the nearby stores would be closed Monday for Neuchâtel Independence Day) and started settling in.

Sunday, we went for a walk around Les Hauts Geneveys and drove to the Neuchâtel train station (which is apparently excluded from the "all stores close on Sunday" rule) to prepare for our trip to Bern on Monday. We also made our first home-cooked meal.

Monday, we took the train to Bern (via Neuchâtel). We have no idea why Les Hauts Geneveys is a stop on the express route between La Chaux de Fonds and Neuchâtel, as it is quite a small village, instead of just being a stop on the local route, but no complaints. We had a 4-minute "lay-over" in Neuchâtel between our trains-plenty of time with the Swiss public transit system.

We walked around the old city of Bern (Berne in French). Lots of fountains twice the age of the US of A. Some fun clock towers. Statues of bears. And, of course, the bear pits (Bärengraben), which have held the namesake of Bern since the 16th century. We saw Momma Bear and Poppa Bear, but neither of the two cubs was evident.

As the old town of Bern is surrounded by the river AAAAAArrrre, there are some great bridge views. This photo is near the foot of the Bärengraben. We ate lunch at the Altes TramDepot at the top of the bear pits. M had spatzli (French pasta) with vegetables and cheese, while K had chicken, potatoes, and creamy leeks (although we had no clue what he was actually ordering from the menu).

After lunch, we continued our stroll aboot Bern, and saw a very impressive Gothic cathedral and the Swiss federal palace, where the Swiss Federal Assembly (aka Swiss Parliament) and the Federal Council are housed.

We met our relocation consultant after sight-seeing, had a cup of tea and a nice conversation on some open questions, and then opened our secret agent Swiss bank account.
Trained home, ate some left-overs for dinner, and got ready for our first day of work.