Du Lac Interlaken

... werden we verast met een dik pak sneeuw!! <br>Een wandeling van Riederalp langs Blausee, vervolgens door de heuvel-bos-rug naar Rieder Furka was een wandeling van 4 uur, met onze schenen in de sneeuw, was een goede start van onze wandel vakantie:)<br><br>Zeer fijn waren onze mooie nieuwe waterdichte en dus warme bergschoenen!<br><br>De volgende dag stond ondanks de nieuwe sneeuw welke de nacht gevallen was, wederom de Eggerhorn op het ...

... deal with couch surfers is that couch surfers help out at the hostel to earn their keep (and stay for free). So, we washed the breakfast dishes, swept and mopped the floor, vacuumed a few rooms, etc. We became friends with the girl who was working and she found us the key. The room we stayed in was the "bouldering room." Basically, it was the attic of the hostel and the peaked ceiling had rock climbing holds all over it and the ground is ...

... pack their bags. After an hour of trying to go to sleep, I decided it wasn´t in the stars for me and I just packed up and hopped on the soonest train to my next destination. <br><br>Side Note: This town was extremely touristy which isn´t a surprise. Being that they stick out the most against the white-folk, there were quite a lot of Korean and Middle Eastern tourists. Koreans because my hostel was 95% Korean and I have learned how they ...

... fortress high on the hill. There is a story here, but we haven't found out what it is. We can't get up to the fortress. We walk along the river path looking for the covered bridge. We finally give up after several kilometers and head back to the camp site. We get in the car and drive back into town, we just had a few more kms to walk to get to the bridge. <br><br>It is a very beautiful covered bridge, only for pedestrians now. In the ...

... family had nothing on us&#8230;. <br><br>The hillsides are dotted with little wooden shacks, called alps, to store provisions for the cows in the summer months. Most all the cows wear bells so there was a faint &#8220;ding-a-ling&#8221; almost everywhere we went. The farmers move their herds, mostly dairy cows, farther up the mountain as the weather gets warmer. At the beginning of summer there is a formal procession when ...

... shower horror!) was in my face all the time which she needn't have bothered, there was absolutely no chance of a magic Johnston moment coming from me. Lea accidentally slapped me fair in the forehead in a tussle for the ball which left me in a fit of giggles, luckily my team mates were very patient. And then discovered the only way to get clean was in yet another communal shower. All of a sudden I was busting for the toilet which was way back upstairs ...

... of about 20 people crammed into a storage room in the Basel Theater, from which even smaller groups of about four people were extracted. In these small groups, we were taken throughout the lower rooms of the theatre and after spending a set amount of time there, we were directed to the next room. Swiss punctuality will come into play later, as you will see. Anyway, in each room, we were given a lecture/tour by an actor and throughout the course of the 'play ...

... I believe he got to the edge of the cliff, took one look down, and decided this wasn't for him! The instructor, at the beginning of the trip, told the group to yell out "3, 2, 1 CANYONING!" to which the person was supposed to jump. WELL, after the third time of yelling this out, the guy half jumped, was caught by the instructor and pulled back onto the ledge - He was so hesitant he nearly fell down the cliff! He eventually got up the courage ...

... the bed Heinkein which I detested. I let Dipal finish it when I only finished the first half. I never liked beer and I feel I will never develop a taste for it. I'm going to stick with mixed drinks for the rest of the trip. The food in Berne is uniquely different and tasty. For dinner we had Spazel, a German dish that consisted of thick dough like noodles covered in melted cheese, onions, and bacon. The vegetarians of the group traded in the bacon for a wide ...

... palm of my hands. She had those silver dollar nipples; we immersed ourselves in the pleasure of my sucking on them, playing with them in whichever way my hands and fingers, my lips and tongue could fathom, moving back and forth between the two, ensuring each breast got its share of attention. I subtly moved my hand down between her legs; she just as subtly moved it away. There was my line. No problem, long as I knew where it was. It was a beautiful hour on that ...