End of the trip

Today morning, got up from my creaky bunk bed. The guy sleeping the lower bunk must have had a hard time sleeping with all the creeking noises. And headed straight for the BMW museum. Unfortunately it was closed, but could see the factory were those ultimate driving machines were created, from outside. Then took the long train journey back to Lausanne, changing trains at Zurich. Finished the book I was reading - Kafka's short stories. Metamorphosis and a few other short stories. Really very dark fantacies he had. Thinking himself to be a dog, an insect amongst others. Liked it in a strange way though.