Showing posts with label Trams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trams. Show all posts

Friday, 14 December 2012

Cycling in Geneva II

Portable chop-sticks, whip 'em out, away you go. Not so easy to put back in
This is an update to my Cycling in Geneva post that featured some lamentations on the dangers of tram tracks. On the right is my wrist as it looked a few days ago after I'd had surgery to repair a torn ligament, note the two pins sticking into it. They are  holding some bones in place, and making sure my new ligament doesn't suffer damage.

What you can see is the result of me getting my front wheel stuck in a tram line and going over the handle bars. I didn't think much of it, but subsequent handshaking by an over-enthusiastic man with a beard and too many power cleans followed by pull-ups, sadly did for a wrist that I thought was only "a little bit sore".


Monday, 21 November 2011

Cycling in Geneva

I cycle pretty much every day in the city, and have been doing so since March.  I've seen a few things, learnt a lot, so this post introduces cycling in Geneva and talks about what Geneva is like for cyclists, why it is easy and a few of the hazards. I have other alien experiences not related in this post, so will maybe come back to them later. Enjoy the read...


Getting Around Geneva by Bike
Geneva is an easy cycling city, it naturally has some good things going for it, wide roads, a small geographic area and a reasonably large cycling population.  These things give the rider a sporting chance by making them highly visible on the roads and ensuring a decent number of car, truck and bus drivers know to look out for them. Cyclists in Geneva are favoured by the city's efforts to make their journeys safe and simpler.

Where to cycle in Geneva
Where to cycle in Geneva is quite a simple question, mostly the answer is near the edge, between the yellow broken lines and the kerb. On most roads cyclists are separated by yellow broken lines from cars and bikes and pretty often from buses and trams as well.  On bigger roads further out of town extra wide, beautifully tarmacked, pavements where pedestrians and cyclists are separated and you can really fly along these. Occasionally in the centre of the city cyclists have  a piece of pavement dedicated to them, often these are not as nicely maintained as those out of town, and as a purist this doesn't appeal to me.  A cyclist needs to stay alert on these stretches for people crossing the cycle-path, delivery vans pulling up onto it, and people who straying into it without paying attention.

Some local knowledge is useful
Though Geneva is no Copenhagen, where an estimated half of all journeys are made by bike, cycling is a popular means of getting around the city, because the weather is good, the distances are short and the roads are fairly safe, at least in summer.  The city is a fairly easy place to cycle and if you are new to the city, heading out on roads you don't know isn't really that worrying, because you're not likely to find yourself on a packed intersection with a half a dozen exits - because there aren't any. However, that isn't to suggest you can be complacent - despite the cycle friendly infrastructure, which includes cyclist specific traffic lights that give them a head-start on the rest of the traffic. In my own experience the biggest danger to cyclists in Geneva are the trams.

Falling off the bike
Since I was about 9 I've only done this three times, and twice of those were here in Geneva, both times because my front wheel got caught in the tram tracks. The first time was on a dry day, I was going like the clappers and I miss judged getting over the tram tracks, because I wasn't used to them being there.  Personally I'd never cycled in a city with tram tracks and so had little idea how to negotiate them.  At high speed I managed to plant the front tyre in the track, came flying off, wrecking my jeans and putting a nice hole in my knee.  About six weeks later on a wet day my tyre lost grip when it crossed a tram track and I went tumbling to the floor. This time I happened to have over trousers on and wasn't going so fast, so I slid, rather than bounced, but the result was undignified and painful.  Since these two experiments in self-destruction I've been both more careful, and more sensible about how I cross tram-tracks. I know make sure my tyres cross the track at a greater angle and I also make sure I cross tracks at low speeds, to minimise the disaster if I do come off my bike. These things help, but don't remove all the danger of trams.

The junction looked clear!
The other major danger trams pose is the confusion they contribute to priorities at traffic lights. Trams have their own lights and their own priority at junctions where they interact with other traffic, knowing what these lights mean can be useful to a cyclist following the tramlines. But if you aren't following the tramlines, and you arrive at a junction which appears to be empty, be careful because it might be that the traffic has stopped to allow a bus or a tram to breeze quickly through.  I'm glad I've never been surprised by a tram, not even slightly, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. I have heard stories about people being taken out by a tram, and that I imagine to be a very unpleasant experience, if you ever remember it. It is the only thing about cycling in the city which might be alien to many cyclists new to the city, but a little common sense and caution means it really should be nothing to worry about. This does depend somewhat on the level of peer pressure you come under to ignore your own common sense, but more of that in another post...

Friday, 1 July 2011

Last day of school

Marching band, just what an 8 year-old loves
The small one and I tried to go the Parc des Bastions on Wednesday, and were confronted by marching bands followed by troops of school children variously dressed up as treasure chests and pilots. Inside the park had been transformed into an 8 year-old's wildest dream. At the end of the year Geneva puts on a big party for all the children in its primary schools as they move up a year - it's like the school trip to the zoo, or the theme park, but instead of each school organising their own trip, the city does it for everyone. Like the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games each school had a child marching at the front of it carrying a sign with the schools name on it.


Monday, 20 June 2011

Fete de la Musique

Sunday in Parc des Bastions we finally managed to find proof of the existence of Fete de la Musique, the weekend long festival that takes place across Geneva. The website for the Fete lists dozens of performers at dozens of venues, but the one near us, in Grottes, was not to be found when we went searching for the 2.30 performance on Sunday afternoon. We wasted a good 45 minutes in not finding the venue, the website directions were completely useless, and whilst we strolled through Grottes, with our ears pricked, we couldn't detect the slightest squeak of music.
We gave up on finding something to watch near to us, and with no idea what we might see we jumped on a bus to Parc des Bastions and spilled with the hundreds of other people into the park.

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Tour de Romandie in Geneva

The Tour de Romandie began on Tuesday with a 3.6km prologue in Martingy in Valais, which is about 90km due east of Geneva as the crow flies. Today the tour left Martingy to head north in to Vaud, through Montreaux up to Bulle near the southern end of Lac de la Gruyere and then south again, throug Chateau-d'Oex and Gstaad, over the top of Col du Pillon (a category 1 climb) to end in Leysin.
The tour continues until Sunday, when it arrives in Geneva at about 2.30pm after a 165km ride from Champagne on Lac de Neuchatel.  The riders will arrive in Geneva on the Lausanne road and rush round the end of the lake to sprint finish at the Quai Gustave Ador.

Thursday, 17 February 2011

Geneva buses and trams - controlled!

TPG's yellow card - you're booked sonny
Schadenfreude over load! This morning I was on Rue Servette looking for a suitable cutlery tray to fit in the odd sized drawers in our Edwardian kitchen cupboard, when I saw a young woman getting fined by the TPG (Transport Publiques Genevoise) for having no ticket.
It's a pretty hefty fine for the want of a 3CHF single, it comes in at 80CHF or 120CHF if you can't pay it on the spot.

Oh the shock on the person's face.

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Trip to Carouge

On Sunday we made a trip to Carouge with the intention of visiting the rumoured to be great, Cupcakes in the city. Sadly for us the cafe was a little bit full, and a little bit too small for all four of us, with the buggy, to fit in. Instead we ended up in Cafe Wolfisburg. A rather smashing cafe come boulangerie, rather than the other way round, a format which I find irritating, because the cafe never gets proper consideration. The cafe makes a real attempt to be family friendly, with a reasonable sized family area (can get 4 or 5 buggies in there) and next to it a slide and climbing frame on the other side of a large window.
We arrived in Carouge on the number 11 tram, it was our first time on the tram heading in this direction, and given what I'd heard about Carouge, I felt distinctly uneasy as we travelled through Jonction and other decidedly "un-Carouge" looking places. I was expecting to see some kind of idyll, and was nervous as we passed steel framed building after steel framed building, housing superstores of all kinds from motorbikes to prams. We got off the bus on the border of the old and the modern, tempted by the sights we could see in front of us streets of two storey terraces lined up neatly and squarely, we soon left the steel frames behind.
Any one familiar with British towns will notice instantly the similarity of Carouge to Georgian almshouses, Carouge, the original city is a small grid system, which the low terracing suits.  With narrow streets pedestrians have a high priority and it certainly seems a wonderful place to wander around. "Why didn't we move here?" we asked ourselves, instantly knowing the answer. Having found it I'm sure we'll spend more time there, it's only 15 minutes on the tram. In fact, with Grandad arriving for his birthday this weekend we might take him back to Wolfiburg for lunch.