The light fantastic (Lyon Part 1)

I wanted to squeeze in what I could into the last bit of travelling I had, so I thought Geneva was the place to go via Lyon. From the moment of arriving I had my fun and obstacles.
You know the scariest way to fall in skateboarding? Stairs? Vert ramp? Centimetre talk rock? Yep it's the third one. There's something about it, the way it will fling you off a board, on that particular angle guaranteed that you are going to either hit the ground with you face, or get the skin of your palms replaced. It was the first one, this particular incident also involving a sixteen kilo bag coming from behind to join the party. A concussion has always been an interesting way to start the day.

So with a lack of planning and double vision, I set out for somewhere to put my bag down and when it was time sleep the night. No where could I find a room except the Ibis at over 100€, reluctantly I took it after several hours of futile search. The good and bad timing responsible for the premium charge for a bed, was the annual light festival in Lyon, apparently it was the opening night.

By the evening I had recovered enough to surf the town. Viewing a few of the instillations, trying to get the most out of my stay. Like always there was a castle, on top of a hill, light up like the focal piece for the whole city, a hike but always worth it for the view. Sitting back from the top, provided the best landscape look of all that was going on, watching a silent movie projected on a screen in the centre of the ferris wheel, until the fireworks went off.

Time to go back and the second skateboarding escapade, the fastest way down is roll. This has got to be both the scariest and most fun snake rides I've done. The gradient is nothing to vicious, but the light rain fall on the tar meant that for breaking does something to regulate speed, rather than give any practical option of stopping. I won this time.

 

Something I passed on the winding walk up the hill.

 

The view from the castle