Hotel Interlaken

... schoongemaakt en eens goed naar bepaalde houdbaarheidsdatums gekeken :)<br>Piekobello is hij nu maar het heeft wel wat uren gekost.. Maar had het er graag voor over!<br>Lester was tijdens mij schoonmaak woede aan het houthakken!! en heeft gezorgd dat er weer een goede voorraad te verstoken is komende wintertijden!!<br><br>Via een tussenstop in Frankfurt terug naar huis waar Job en Elana (de katten) ons met luid miauw onthaalden.<br><br>Annemarth

... not on the list, which happened to be Zorbing. And Zorbing is essentially being strapped into a giant hamster ball and rolled down a mountain. Unfortunately, Zorbing was closed for the season, so three of my friends booked bungee jumping for Sunday afternoon. When we finally got up to Grindelwald and were ready to hike it was 2:30 pm... and it gets dark at 6. So we hiked up as much as we could before we had to turn back. Interlaken is a really ...

... old town side, some of the hotels, homes and buildings here have paintings on them. Some are about the history, some fairytales and fantasies and some just decorative. There are fountains and then the old wall which is at the back of the city on the mountain side. We walk back down to the lake and watch people in paddle boats, sail boats and tour boats coming and going all against a beautiful snow capped mountain backdrop. We head back ...

... the night - I think we could still see daylight at 11:00 at night. After that it was a clear sky with a full moon bright enough to illuminate the whites of the mountain peaks. Out there, in the middle of the Swiss Alps with only the moon&#8217;s glow, the stars were endless. How amazing! <br><br>So all of that was Mike&#8217;s birthday. One day. March 22, 2009. Wow&#8230; That will be hard to top when he turns 50.<br><br>-molly

... down the mountain along side Robert on his skis several times. James practiced on the smaller beginners area but unfortunately the pommel tow rope was not yet opened and he had to walk back up the slope to go again. We then hired a sledge and had several goes down the beginners area slope at great speed, but once again we had to walk back up the slope. We are here at the very beginning of the season which does not really kick off until the 15th Dec, so ...

... the ones who supposedly cancelled (actually didn't, false information, very keen to host me infact) and I had arranged a new host family and was meeting her that night after my look at Zurich. How confusing. And dramatic with lea involved. So we had to get poor old remo, my adopted contact person against his will, to sort it all our for us and for the next few hours I had no idea what was going on. Zoomed into Zurich, met remo and the kids for a feed ...

... ICE (fast and naturally more expensive train) or wait and wait and wait and then take the Regionalbahn. Our theatre group leader determined that our best option (at this point, we seriously questioned his sanity, theatre man or not) would be to take the ICE without paying for it. And surprisingly enough, we did. He found a conductor, told him our sad story of just missing the train and for some odd reason, the guy believed us and we took a swift, yet ...

... scary jump, or sliding down a waterfall. I chose the latter. I was the only one that did, but honestly, I think the rest missed out! Paragliding was really exhilarating too. My instructor was pretty cool, I can't remember his name though, I think it was something like Ducky! I always think of the Land Before Time when I think of him! We were in a group of probably 6 or so. I was lucky enough to go first. We basically had to run off a cliff and hope ...

... of the Mountain Hostel. Maybe it's that I found a group of like-minded (yes, they're mostly American--Rick Steves' fault, I suppose, but we're not all bad) travelers. Or maybe it's the smallness after all the big cities. But this place just feels like home. Good friends, good beer, great hiking, and yes folks, even a go at paragliding has made this my favorite stop yet.

... we wanted to see a little bit of the town. We walked towards the opposite side of the lake into downtown. During our walk, something grabs his attention. He points and says, "Hey, that's my car." I follow his eyes to see where he's looking. I point to confirm. "This?" "Yeah, same color and everything. That's amazing." "Del... this is a Dodge Viper." "Yeah, I know. I got one back home." "I'm sorry. I cannot believe you own a cherry red Dodge Viper until I come down ...