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Zurich
... a pig market but is now the financial centre, surrounded by the intricate and imposing Credit Suisse Building. As Thorben recommended, we walked along Bahnhofstrasse checking out the astronomical prices at the high-end designer stores. There were lots of pretty things, but it was definitely window-shopping only. We did go into Swatch to look at watches and the English book store, as well as a shop that the woman we were on the train ...
Switzerland - Day 14
... very safe and intriguing to see that people do this on a regular basis. Zermatt is your typical old little wooden village up in the mountains covered in snow, there were people everywhere that were just up for the day or on holidays for the weekend. We decided to trek up the Mountain in the hope to get a better look at the Matterhorn which was mostly covered by clouds. Along the way we had some fun in the snow in which Reto and Tommy had a ...
Lucerne
... delicious! Because Lisa and I hadn’t had lunch and the raclette wasn’t filling, we also tried the bratwurst, which was probably the best one I’ve had at any Christmas market. It wasn’t served on a roll, but with a slice of fresh bread. Renee then took us to a bakery to get some marzipan for dessert. The marzipan was in interesting shapes, including potatoes and cabbages.
From there, we walked to the KKL, the cultural centre, where ...
We Miss Lauterbrunnen
... of the mountain’s interior. Finally we reached Jungfraujoch, Europe’s highest train station (inside the rock still).
Once we reached the “Top of Europe”, it was clear this was a Swiss Disneyland! There blue “tour” signs guided us through the different areas of the mountain-top complex. First, we jumped on “Europe’s fastest lift” which climbs 108 meters in a few seconds (traveling 6.8 m/s) ...
Locked Up.
... for me, Delmy was put in the same cell as me. It was the scariest ****... Oh, and by the way, what I really mean to say is that our hotel was formerly a prison converted into a hotel. It was so scary to sleep in for Delmy, that she asked me not to sleep. My dumbass agreed, an I was one grumpy ***** in the morning. Now I've had a few hours of sleep on the coach headed to Paris. She's lucky I had sleep and my watch. ...