Open Mat is a gathering of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (BJJ) practitioners that happens every 1-2 months in Switzerland. If you don’t have a clue what BJJ is – like most people in Switzerland – Wikipedia, Youtube and other resources may provide some helpful and insightful information. Basically, it looks like a bunch of grossly sweaty guys and girls hugging each other and rolling around on the floor in weird pajamas. In reality, they actually try to choke each other out and break each other’s arms and legs. Anyways, go check it out yourself.
I’ve sent another eight rolls of film to Spain for developing and scanning, but before we’re moving on to spring and summer, I’ve got one more winter post for you. It’s basically just a selection of photos that I have taken in Bern this past winter and wanted to share. The first six photos were shot on Gurten, the city’s local mountain (or more like a hill). It’s a wonderful hill with a nice view over the city.
The Matterhorn is one of the most famous and best marketed mountains of the Alps. A good place to see it is usually the Gornergrat summit, 3135 masl, reachable by Europe’s highest open-air railway (and second highest railway in Europe after the Jungfrau). The Matterhorn is usually the star and steals all the other mountains in the area the show. But what if it hides behind a wall of clouds?
Every time I return from a trip, I return to what I still believe is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I miss this place whenever I am away traveling, be it on paradisal beaches, in picturesque mountainous landscapes, or in the world’s most fascinating, bustling metropolises. This spectacular yet peaceful view of the city’s skyline with all the old housetops – the cathedral and the domes of the Bundeshaus standing out – in front of a seemingly endless chain of snowy Alps. It still takes my breath away over and over again after all these years and immediately evokes a feeling of home and belonging.
Walking along the shore of the lake, no one’s around. We’re all by ourselves, confronted with water, wind, and weather. Everything quiet, except for the sound of cold rain. Big drops – too many to count – falling down the sky, breaking the surface of the water. The beauty of stillness, the absence of action.
Departing in late morning on a late summer Sunday, Paul, Remo and I were headed to the Italian-speaking part of Switzerland. Our goal: Collecting a new ground by visiting the cup game between Vedeggio Calcio and Grasshopper Club Zürich. A really nice day in beautiful Ticino. After visiting the game (which GC won, unfortunately) we drove a couple minutes to the canton's biggest city Lugano. Was good to finally be there again, I haven't been to Lugano for quite a while before… We enjoyed the city and the weather before returning to our beautiful home in Bern late at night – equipped with one more visited football ground in our list.