Scootering

Recently we decided to celebrate the coming of Spring by buying ourselves micro scooters.

Anywhere other than Switzerland this would be seen as being a strange move since, after all, scooters are for little kids. In Switzerland, however, no-one is too old or too cool to be seen riding a scooter, which are treated as a perfectly sensible form of transport (after all, the micro scooter was invented in Switzerland).

And they are sensible in many respects: they fold up to a very small package you can take on a bus or train without having to pay fair you would get charged for taking a bike, and you don't have to wear lycra to ride one.

Also for us apartment dwellers, on the third floor with no lift and no cave (cellar) in which we could store bikes, they are a far more practical proposition. In fact it means we can decide at a moments notice to leap out the front door and scoot our way down the lake front to watch sunset.

Of course it hasn't all been smooth sailing. On my first outing on my scooter I managed to hit a bump and fall over, right in front of a group of teenage boys who looked scornfully on. I quietly cursed, got back on my scooter, and continued quickly on my way.