2004 - CERN
Pierre + sheep, fondue, Joe arrives, and Gordon Freeman's CERN Adventure
We spend a night in Geneva drinking at the Brasserie with some of Reid's friends. Jeremy arrives and we immediately head off for a long weekend in the shadow of the Jungfrau in the heart of Switzerland.
Our Alpine journey finishes with paragliding in Interlaken. Then it is back to work for a single day (on which Pascale returns bearing gifts from Lebanon), before flying to Scotland for five days.
After our return from Joe's birthday trip to Scotland, we have a gathering of friends and hookas in his honor. CERN holds a 50th anniversary reception for the staff in which I get drunk and hang from trees. Finally we spend an evening in Geneva enjoying
The Freestyle.ch ramp collapses just hours before Jeremy and I arrive in Zürich, but our spirits are mostly undampened and we have some good car-free times.
CERN opened its doors to the public to celebrate the 50th anniversary. We did some touring in the morning and then I sacrificed the well-being of my fingers to make ATLAS balloons all afternoon. Oh, and we caught and overfeed the mouse in our lab.
We seek out our inner Aussie in Geneva, beautiful days are celebrated with hill climbing, and Reza just might get what's coming to him (if that's liquid helium in the eye).
We spend a couple nights out on the town, one of which Pascale sleeps through entirely. Also, we journey into the pulpy core of the "orange" that has been ripening these past months on the outskirts of CERN.
The rook says it all: "Fuck Bush". Reza and I drown our electoral sorrows in free art and culture.
A drive to the top of Saleve leaves us with the fear of frostbite over 80% of our bodies. Pascale treats us to a Lebonese Lunch. An evening of cards at the cafeteria turns into less cards and more video games.
Joe gives a presentation about his work. Reza and I jet off for a long weekend in Rome.
An eventful week: an intense chess game in the park, two chambers plumet from the sky, we all sit down to an awesome Thanksgiving dinner, Reza leaves us, and Jeremy and I visit Luzern.
More from our troubled chambers and a little snow to start winter off right.
A chilly Geneva provides a Christmas market, ice skating, and a bonfire in addition to the usual.
So sad! The final days of the year are celebrated with a gathering at the Prevessin Pad. I snap a couple pictures of B184 as I leave.