The Swiss are stereotypically a reserved bunch. Of course that's a sweeping generalisation, and we've already met some colourful characters in the short time we've been here. Plus, some of the traits that have earned the Swiss this label don't seem as uptight now I'm here and experiencing them first hand. No noisy activities on a Sunday makes for a nice, peaceful day of rest, and is particularly valued if you've had a few too many bottles of Appenzeller beer the night before (though church bell ringers are exempt from this rule and as we live between two churches total silence is never really achieved).
Contrary to popular belief, the natives here love to let their hair down. And when they do, they do it big time. Whether it's pyrotechnics at the football or dancing until the early hours, it seems the seriousness of their day-to-day working lives often gets well and truly forgotten. I go for more post-work socialising here than I did in London. I'm also hard-pushed to think of another city that would open up its main streets, including the financial district, for the biggest techno-rave party in Europe. We enjoyed the 'Street Parade' very much, as did hundreds of thousands of other revellers. And this came only a few weeks after the "Züri Fest". Taking place every three years, it again saw the city opened up to drunken tomfoolery. In an English city it would be violent chaos. In Switzerland it was a great party.
But even when having fun, Swiss efficiency isn't far away. Apps and maps detail all the public facilities for each big event. And somehow the cleaning up begins before the party is even started. Whilst the party goers are catching up on their sleep the cleaning force is wide awake, removing any trace of the previous night's hijinx. If you head into town for a hangover-beating bite to eat you find life carrying on as if the party never happened. And through bleary eyes you wonder if it actually did.
Mike Stuart moved to Switzerland in 2013 when his better half Zoë landed a job in Zurich.