So after leaving Genevé, I board the train and am ready to sketch. When the ticket man comes by, I quietly realize I no longer have my EuroRail pass (which means I dont have the funds to buy train tickets for my original itinerary)! After getting tired of waiting for me to find my pass, he tells me that he'll just come back and check later. Its a strange yet appropriate feeling when things feel like it stops but you're still traveling at 300km/h. The view while all the drama went down. Ninja tactics switch on and I sneak off at the next stop, some small town called Bern, to avoid paying for a first class train ticket. Found a youth hostel to sort it all out.