Day in day out I am in the business of moving water. I am one of the largest jet fountains in the world and I shoot my water high up in the air. Everyday, people visit me to take pictures and occasionally they get completely drenched. I am Jet déau. The famous landmark of Geneva and I play that role with pride.
Each day, from morning till evening, I shoot water into the sky and play with the color spectrum’s by using tiny drops of white water. They paint the beams of light to create magnificent rainbows.
I let you admire this beautiful show from a close distance but be aware of my friend the wind. Sometimes he likes to play with my water drops. At such moments I can suddenly surprise you with a very large and powerful shower.
I am standing at the point where the beautiful Lake Geneva empties into the Rhone River and I have been entertaining you all from that spot since the year 1951. Before that period I had a predecessor, who was set up in the 19th century to relieve excess water pressure. He was very popular and became the reason of my existence. I was created out of his image to rule permanently over the lake.
It is true, I am stronger then my predecessor and I am very proud at my great powers. You should come and see me pump 500 litres of water per second into the air with an in incredible speed of 200 km per hour. This spectacular demonstration will certainly grab your attention when you are you’re strolling through the streets of cosmopolitan Geneva.
I am the movement of many drops of water who rise and fall during a constant dance with the light and the wind. I create the celebrated phenomenon of colours and brush them through the sky like a painter who slides over his canvas. I am the proud symbol of my city. I am a rocket of the white and blue who reaches great heights. I am Jet déau. Adorez-moi.
Did you see this fountain in real life or did you ever visit Geneva? Share your interesting (travel) story’s in the comment section below.
In May 2012 I want to visit Switzerland. It looks like a beautiful country.
I am curious to discover it as a tourist but I also want to give my visit an art related goal. I find it interesting to discover what this country has to offer in the field of artists.
When looking for inspiring Swiss creators I find many interesting people like Alice Boner or Pipilotti_Rist but there is one person that immediately catches my attention. This artist is Hans Rudolf Giger. I think that many of you, including me, would not know the man when his name would drop but I am pretty sure you know one of his most famous creations.
Giger, is the creator of the ultimate film monster (in my eyes at least) namely Alien.
A legendary creature. So unbelievably horrifying, disgusting and ugly but yet so beautiful, strong and perfect. It serves Giger right that he earned an Oscar for Best Achievement for Visual Effects for his design work.
Reminiscing about Alien I start to think of my childhood years. I remember my dad letting me secretly watch the Alien movies with him, something my Mom was not supposed to know. That outer space freak was probably one of the first motion picture monsters who intrigued and scared me. The horrible scenes combined with that dark empty space. Facing a problem like that in such a place seemed such a hopeless situation to me.
Strangely those childhood years where almost the only times I actually watched Alien but my love for (sci-fi) movies was born. Alien became old and overtaken by bigger more spectacular monsters but I always keep a special place for this creature. No that place is not my belly, for those of you who starting to be scared.
I am inspired and motivated to learn more about the man who created this famous monstrosity. Who inspired him? Where is he living now? Is he still creating beautiful horrifying things? So many questions..
I hope to find answers during my research period and my visit to Switzerland. Looking at Giger’s Wikipedia page (where else to start) I discover that his art is being displayed in the H.R. Gigermuseum in Gruyères Switzerland. I immediately mark that city on my list of places I want to visit during my travel. What an exiting journey it is going to be.
Do you know Hans Rudolf Giger and his work or did you ever watched the Alien movies? Let me know what you think of Gigers art or his famous creation Alien. I am very interested in your reaction. You can write it down in the section below this post.
My first mountain summit
After a long and tough battle I reached the top of Doi Inthanon, the highest mountain in Thailand, on 10-07-07 around 16:30 a clock. Originally it was my goal to go to the mountain to gather some information, scan the environment, climate etc. It took me so long to reach the mountain that I decided to walk to the top at the same day.
I was dropped of at the visitor center and went inside to ask how much km it was to the top. It turned out to be 17 km. I thought that was a task I could complete so I bought some more water and started walking. It was in the middle of the day so the sun was very hot. To hot in my opinion. The extra water I bought became very useful as well as the salted chips and chocolate that kept me going. Still after two hours I was battling not to get a heath stroke. At extreme moments like that you really learn how to be good for yourself. You have to take care of yourself otherwise you won’t make it. You have to eat, you have to drink. Even if you don’t want to.
The road went on and so did I. Occasionally I got a surprised look from people who where going up or down the mountain. What was that strange farrang doing, walking up the mountain in the heath of the day. There was a guy who approved me when he saw me battling the steep mountain road. He turned out to be Dutch like me and he turned out to become my hero of the day. He asked how I was doing and offered me a ride to the top. I rejected. Sure I would like it but then I would not be satisfied at the end. He wanted to help me though and offered to go to the top a little bit later and then wait for me there so that we both could drive back down. He turned to go visit the waterfall first and I went on with my mission.
The battle became more tough every meter and I needed to res a lot. Yet I was determined to make it and now I had a deadline. I needed to be on that mountain to at 16:00 a clock to get a nice ride back to town. I still had 9 tough km’s to go. The whole time dangerously dark clouds hang above me and I started to worry as it got later and later. Worst of all I did not have a jacket. I had bought a poncho the day before I went to the mountain but it turned out to be a child size.
Luckely I found a shop along the way and was able to buy a good sized poncho. The lady also gave me the demorilizing news that I still had to climb 5 km’s. I looked at the sky. The wether got worse. It got late and I was about to miss my deadline. I thought about giving up but could not stand that idea because I was so close to my goal. I decided to push on. The next few km’s there where a lot more moments where I thought of giving up. But I was so close..
At some point Serge, the guy that offered to help me, drove by on his way to the top. I waved but he did not notice me. I knew now that I had to hurry to the top otherwise I could be stuck on a mountain without the promise of a ride back. I was at my breaking point though. The steep parts where horrible and I had to stop every 50 meter to stop the burning feeling in my legs. Every time the road got steep there was a warning sign and I strarted to hate it. Every once in a while a different sighn showed me how much km it was to the top, 5, 4, 3..
The view was breathtaking but I could not bring up the power anymore to look or make pictures. I was determined to reach the top thinking of nothing. Just one step after another. Just as I thought the last 2 km whould demolisch my body. Serge came back from the top. He told me I was almost there. Where did those last two km’s go? He offered me a ride again. I told him I would walk. We went around the corner and there it was the summit. Yet I was so broken down I did not even had the energy to be uforic.
We made some photo’s as prove. It was great that Serge could make them. How would I be able to make those pictures on my own. Serge turned out to be even more of a hero by driving me all the way back to the center of Chang Mai. As soon as we reached Chang Mai, the sky bursted open and rain came down on us in buckets. We got soken weth but I could not be more thankfull that those could that where hanging abouve me did not burst open earlyer that day.
It was an exting day and a great adventure. We celebrated with beers that night. Step ! of my goal was accomplished.