Ah, Switzerland. It gets a bad rep amongst my friends: too staid, too moneyed, too boring. Personally, I cannot see what there is to dislike but I guess old stereotypes die hard. This April I went on a trip to what is arguably the epicentre of ‘that’ Switzerland, the city of Zurich. Regular readers of this blog will note that this wasn’t the first time I graced this city with my presence. This was in fact my third trip. However, as the previous two trips had both been short, whistle-stop tours, this time I was able to actually enjoy the city in the springtime. Now, what might a gay escort possibly get up to in Zurich? The answer is perhaps a little more varied than you might think…
However, I am very pleased to report back, dear reader, that the reputation for conservatism does not extend to what the residents of this beautiful city get up to behind closed doors and shuttered windows. However, this is definitely not a kiss-and-tell! Indeed, privacy and discretion are two ethics without which you definitely shouldn’t be in my line of work. Suffice to say that it was memorable indeed. Yet if you, dear reader, find yourself lost in a fantasy about what I got up to getting up to during such engagements, you should probably stop fantasising and just send me a message.
Nonetheless, I would like to start writing regularly about my travels to various European capitals. I am very lucky to do this regularly for work, pleasure and often a mixture of the two. So what will this gay escort remember about Zurich?
A gay escort at the opera
First and foremost, the opera. On the initiative of a regular accomplice, we went to see the premiere of ‘La Clemenza di Tito’ at the historic Opernhaus. Now, if you are reading this and you would like to make me very happy indeed, you should take me to the opera. It was my very first time and suffice to say, I loved it. Not only the production itself, but the whole ritual of the evening. From getting dressed up at the hotel to debriefing over a delicious dinner, watching the sun go down over the lake.
I will remain very marked by the sense of history behind it all, the intimacy of listening to unamplified voices and original instruments, a sonic experience unsullied since the time of composition.
Deeper into nature
Said lake, on which we watched the sun set, will remain another defining contour to my memories of Zurich. Even though it was early in the year, I told myself that I couldn’t leave without going for a swim. The water was so cold it made my limbs ache. It also administered a shock of energy that made me feel rather virile upon emerging. On further alone time, I hiked some of the trails in the woodland either side of the lake.
As much as I love hiking alone I did find myself thinking that all experiences are best shared. So, should you find yourself wanting to plunge into forests or up mountains with me, perhaps stealing a kiss (or more) in the process, I’d be very glad of such a proposition!
My trip culminated with a spontaneous drive around the lake, a coffee together in the sunshine, then back up to the train station. As we re-entered the city I couldn’t help hoping to return to this beautiful city.
If you’re reading this, and you find yourself dreaming of time spent with me in Zurich or elsewhere…I’m all ears.