A shaven-faced smile and a yawn to the border guards in Geneva,
and its the poor bearded bastard behind me that gets pulled asside.
A pocket full of monopoly money and back on the train to Lucern.
Picked up, dusted off, showered and up a mountain.
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The fog has closed in and the towering peaks sit shrouded above as we climb tight, winding, steepening mountain roads into the slow drifting mist.
A night in a mountain chalet,
wood fires, wine, schnapps and cheesey pasta as the wood softly creaks and groans against the cooling night air.
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Misty morning.
Surrounding Pines disapear into the near, and somewhere out there a valley, lake and mountains.
Up the mountain steep.
Philosophy on the hoof, climbing the steepening slopes and forest paths...
Up into the clouds... and finally, the cross-topped peak of `Janzi`.
In and above the clouds...
One second surrounded by a Pine-crowned peak that appears to stop at the first line of trees,
and then in an instant a window of clouds and the eyes a drawn into the dramatic distance of craggy snow-capped peaks that appear to grow out of the scudding swirling white.
And then they are gone again.
A descent into sunshine, green pastures and chalets... and further down as the fog retreats completly, to a golden afternoon by the lake at Sarnen.
Fondue, friends and jokes about sausage.
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A day trip through mountains and lakes.
On the rails from Sarnen to Interlaken and Bern.
Interlaken, the Double Bay of the Swiss mountain lakes... Ive no idea what purpose the place served before tourism, but its twee streets of unmistakably swiss buildings, bridges and lakes surrounded by breathtaking snowcapped mountains is hard to deny.
Lunch watching a duck-feeding melee, by fast running turquoise water..
A post-card day in Switzerland.
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