Hotel de Famille
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Well another country passes before my eyes. I have been begging the Sandman to take a firm grip and keep me in oblivion. It is 3:30 am and the little sleep I have had has given me a rejuvenation. I peeked out the window expecting to see blackness. I saw a magnificent array of lights, white and amber, lining the shores of Lake Leman. As with many of the views over the past several hours I am unable to capture the magic with the camera. How exquisite is our vision that ...
We sang smoke on the water by deep purple as we drove into montreux, I'm sure it's the most immediately recognizable way to tell if someone is a tourist here. We got a nice big hotel room which was great because it rained the two days we were there. We didn't mind. We read, watched movies, walked a little bit before freezing ourselves, and watched more tv ...
... stretch of forest and we had to search for it slowly.
Up and over the mountain pass we went. We stuck to the road so as to avoid getting lost or too bogged down in the thawing environment. Which served us well for some time. We found a bench to stop at for our lunch and began to notice that the automobile traffic was increasing on the road, both in speed and volume.
We mused about how popular ...
We were up with sparrows thus morning at 5:30. Our suitcases were packed, identified, breakfast eaten by John, then we boarded the bus and we were off. The bus trip was not fun. We drove from 8am till after 6pm with four stops. However we did go to Switzerland and the scenery was lovely. We stopped at the Swiss / German border for a pit stop, at Grueyer for the lovely view over a lake and a pit stop. Next stop Vevey on the banks of Lake Geneva. Apparently Charlie Chaplan lived here. ...
... larger town, Vevey. We obviously came in to town via the wrong road though. We walked through Little Kazakhstan at a guess with the local mafia sitting out front of the kebab houses and the young hoods not far away. I think they were more stunned to see us walking through their turf than we were to see them. Rob didn't bother to stay and chat. At the end of the road was the centre of town though. We followed the signs to Vieille ville, the old town. And ...